"Joyful Dreams" by Wes Aldridge
I was walking down the wooded path and I stumble upon a sitting stool made of gleaming white marble. I had walked long and hard and thought my body would appreciate a little rest for a moment. As I approached the stool, there read the above inscription: "In a dream you saw a way to survive and you were full of joy."
I walk the wooded path each day, long and hard and toilsome. I stumble and fall. The journey is tedious and my head falls down low. My head bows down and my eyes lose track of the sunshine above the treeline and shadows begin to fall. Times are bleak, and then, I see it in the distance. A little white stool shining bright in the dim forest light. It must surely be a dream. A place to rest for a moment in time, where life can stand still or pass you by and it is all the same. And joy fills me, the much needed joy. Who knows how long it will last, but then again, who cares? It is time to keep walking through that dark forest, as shadows fall, and hope for another gleaming white stool of marble.
