The Mist
They fell asleep and dreamed a fog.
They had words but not meaning.
With the mist came a fear.
The mist grew thicker.

A whispered voice from the Great Beyond.
Love will heal the people.
It washed away the scent of shame.
No one said, “It should not be so.”

There was silence.
What is it? A strange feeling.
Foreign at first but now familiar.
We do not have to hide.

The crystal light extends out.
Pulsing with aliveness.
The memory of pain passes.
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