I remember, in my dream, standing in my mom\u2019s living room, feeling the peace and security of home. Standing in front of the window, sun shining through, breaking the light into rainbows of light, He reached out and took my hand in his. He did not look like the pictures I saw of him in church, not a face, more like a presence of warmth, light, and comfort. I remember asking Him about the Holy Trinity. Even after years of Sunday School and catechism, I never really grasped the idea of three, yet one, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. With one hand on my shoulder, He opened his other hand, where I saw three blades of grass, and He asked me what I saw. \u201cGrass,\u201d I answered. He then asked me to look out the window and tell him what I saw. I looked at the lawn and answered, \u201cGrass.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou see,\u201d he said holding out the blades of grass, \u201cthree,\u201d pointed to the lawn, \u201cyet one.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stems of emerald<\/p>\n
Carpet, cool the earthly ground<\/p>\n
Blades soften travels<\/p>\n
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