Here on My Orange Stool

                               

Here

I sit on my orange stool

Johann Strauss filling the air around me

Letting go of bitterness 

revealed in last night's dream,

formed in past hurts

I won't write of this

for it has 

       taken

            wing

         lifted by angels on the wind.

Here 

I sit on my orange stool

loving the feel of possibility

wrapped in hope

Friends in trouble, 

burdens 

 dance 

swirling around me.

I close my eyes.

I watch Pam as she dances 

 He sets her feet on a rock, high.

I watch Melissa broken

 He dries her tears gently 

extending His hand

 an invitation.

I watch with joy

He approaches me

I place my hand in His

rise from orange stool

float around the room

moving beautiful

wings open

music, joy, hope

 we are one.

Here

on my orange stool.