God is here....

last night i had a very sound sleep
it felt like a still pond without a fish
but only moss and stone and light

like there was a full moon
drifting among the tree tops
no ripple of the air from the winds of the sea

and i remember what i dream
no bridges and flood below this time
it was like a Chinese painting of a river and mountains behind

it was so peaceful
that i can hear the sound of the leaf falling from its branch

and i told myself
this is home,
this is heaven
and what i have been dreaming has become all too true

i now, believe,
God is here.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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