When it dreamed

When it dreamed us into time and space, did it know we would be lost and have to be found? That circumstances would shape us into something so far from home?

 

Deja vu when snow

settles on the long needles

of an ancient pine.

 

 

Author: chrisbkm

Chris Morrison was born on the north shore of Lake Superior and currently lives within moments of the Atlantic in Nova Scotia, Canada.

16 thoughts on “When it dreamed”

  1. This is absolutely incredible! Haunting yet hopeful. If I may, I’ll be reading this to the men who come to our prison prayer service next Friday. For them, your words will be magnified by the season and circumstance.

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  6. Does it shape us far from home or does home shape us… Circle goes round and round.

    Your words always pull me to think below the surface Chris. I love your ” nature”

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    1. Without beginning or end.

      Thanks Audra… must say I smiled and appreciate your “nature” comment. The first thing that came to mind was one an early post when I first began to follow your wonderfully unfetteredbs… you were hiking… and um… perhaps not just loving it…

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      3. Not really. I hate the cold but love hiking. I’m not very graceful. Hence eating the trail with my face

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