A morning dream - poem

Towards morning

In a shallow sleep

I dreamed a dream

About a small black woman

Who somehow

Sat facing me

In a wooden chair

Her hands

Were resting in her lap

Her face was seamed

With poverty and age

And she was wearing

A dark Sunday dress

With a print of roses

She had been reading us

Passages from the Gospels

And it was beautiful

The way she read them

I thanked her for it

Sometimes I read like that

She said

It's from the Lord.

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