They were dark brown with white streaks and amazingly strong and beautiful. They spread out wider and seemed as if they could span an ocean. I thought I was looking at the wings when suddenly it was a strong neck that came into vision and then beautiful black curls. His curls. But they lined the back of the neck and I thought I was supposed to be seeing something more closely on the neck. Each time I tried to focus on the back of his neck to see what the words were, the dream faded. The scene then cut to horses flying wildly in the night. A sky dark with grey and as I watched a black line entered my sight and fought with a white line. I felt the fight and begged the dark not to win. I was then back to the horse, white wings flying so strongly through the clouds. My thoughts were that this was an angel horse, my son's angel horse . I begged God to show me what I needed to see, to get me closer. The dream to me back to his neck only this time it was simply the hair. Curly thick black hair, hair I would know anywhere, hair I would run my fingers through when Joshua was a baby. I cried, wailed and thanked God. Joshua has his curly hair back. I reveled in the feeling of how angelic he must look with his locks. I thanked God and rested realizing I was not supposed to see more…It was his hair I was supposed to “see” or more so feel. He must be well. He must be happy now.
Then he began to fade, my body moved slowly away until he became a blur. I shouted to the heavens" please no, how will I come back?". "I cant leave". A heart filled my vision and was the simple answer.
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Written in the middle of the night, unedited because this is exactly the gift I was given.
