Sonny

Trances...

I had a dream recently that I can't seem to forget. It was a vivid image of a tree that welcomed me to visit. As I climbed up on the huge trunks that were split in two, I positioned myself and looked up. Through the branches and the bright blue sky, I suddenly saw hundreds of brilliant eyes looking down at me from a deep black sky. Then a voice softly explained why the tree was called the Tree of the Crying Children... as I walked past the first trunk I could hear what sounded like a brief chorus of children, talking loudly, singing, and crying. As I passed to the second trunk, the sound stopped. The setting was one of complete serenity and natural beauty. What could have inspired such a dream? Perhaps it was H. G. Wells. I was reading the first chapter of " The Soul of a Bishop" and some of the dream imagery was similar to the book. The children are crying for a reason. Perhaps they will never stop....