Dream-scape Calling

Dream- scape Calling.

I plopped down in a pew, joining a group already there, arms relaxed and hanging over the back suggesting an informal gathering. Laughter continued from the conversation as I took stock of the company I had joined.  Familiar faces: the organist, choir members, Polly…. Polly? Here? Smiling and entertaining the small group.  I turned, faced front and then turned back again, as if seeing things incorrectly. Polly had passed away early the last month from Metastatic Breast Cancer at an early age.  How was this possible?  She looked happy, serene, the Polly we all kne and loved.  I was speechless.  I sat quietly, confused.

Time passed and a woman came and stood off to the side of our small group. Polly went to her and spoke quietly.  Just as quietly Polly walked over to me and handed me a piece of sheet music.   It was the music I had been searching for. I laid my head against her arm, rubbed her hand and sobbed quietly. I felt her warmth and compassion, her loving spirit, all things Polly.

I woke up.

We had a family celebration at my mother’s yesterday. I spent time enjoying the piano something I also go to church and do when I get a free hour. It is quiet, relaxing, soul filling.  I’ve told the Pastor, it’s my therapy.  But lately I have been searching for a particular piece of music, I can’t remember the name, can hum the tune, but the name escapes me.  I so want to put myself to task on the pipe organ playing it.  I searched my music inventory at my mother’s house every spare minute yesterday, irritating my grown children, talking out loud to myself.  I’m sure I have even said it out loud in the Sanctuary that “I really want to find that piece of music, what IS it called and where IS it?”   I’m on the verge of giving up.

Now I have to wonder?  Is Polly urging me on?  “Don’t let this one little goal fall by the wayside.”

I have been setting many goals for myself lately, some small, some not so small.

What’s your goal?  Don’t let it go.