I dream.
I dream of my sorrow.
I dream of my sorrow being covered
by pure, white snow.
White and purifying, from heaven.
His love covering my sorrow and solving her,
to become air and rise up to heaven.
There, with my Heavenly Father,
where she belongs.

He has already carried my sorrow,
her place is in heaven.
It lightens me, relieves and liberates me
to get the strength to proceed.
I can breathe again.
I smile, I enjoy, I learn, I give.
I can live again.
His love carried my sorrow
and brought her to heaven,
for its final destination.

After the snow covered my sorrow
and carried her back to heaven,
the remaining ground reveals the real me.

© Tynke Mulder