I found myself in the early hours of the morning rereading this poem several times. It constantly reminds me of the blessings of my Lord. Thank you Lord for another day in being aware of Your Love for me.
It was the middle of the morning
as I awoke from a strange dream.
In the dream
I had died.
My spiritual body was perfect
I had no pain
I was connected to the Universe.
I suddenly awoke with a dread.
The dread being that you were not there.
My hand reached across my left toward you.
My fingertips touched your arm
firm tender and round.
Peace covered me.
My other hand touched your hair.
In your sleep your hand raised above your head.
Your hand gently held mine while you were sleeping.
I then realized in this world
as long as you were with me
everything was perfect in the Universe.
Texas Poetry 
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