Dream of crosses.

I had a Dream of Crosses I had a dream the other night, I was entering a room, I stood upon its threshold, It was quiet as a tomb. It was large and filled with crosses, Like the one, on which Christ died, Some stood alone, erect and tall, Others stacked or tilted on a side. They seemed to be in different sizes, Shorter, taller, broader, too, Each was decorated, A few with different hues. …

…unpretentious, So plain, and dull, and worn, It was just my size - a perfect fit, It was comfortable and warm. I gently picked it up, And pressed it to my breast, This cross was mine; I knew it well, And I could bear this cross the best. I awakened then; my dream was done, My day was ready for its start, The morning sun crept through my window, Peace and acceptance filled my heart.