‘Dreams and Visions’
by Titika Schmidt
The bare tree
The branches of the tall walnut tree were bare already. The squirrel that had been stocking up its winter food supplies from this tree throughout the month of October hasn’t shown up for days. The air outside was cold and moist, typical for a November morning. Today, the sun was too weak to bring any warmth. My gaze wandered past the walnut tree to the city park. The late fall had caught up with the trees. They were sadly sticking their all but leafless branches towards the sky, reminding me of desperate hearts praying for mercy.
This thought made me utter a deep sigh and turn away from the window. Yes, mercy, I thought, that’s what I should pray for this morning. I kneeled down on the carpet and turned my heart toward the four members of a family I knew. My whole inner being welled up with a longing for God’s mercy for those four. I sank deeper and deeper into prayer. In the process, I didn’t even notice how I was being swept away by the Spirit and taken to a different place…
In the crack of dawn
I found myself wandering through a broad landscape, completely flat in every direction, as far as the eye could reach. There were no trees, bushes or other plants in sight. Everything was silvery and colourless like a picture in greyscale. A slight fog was rising up from the ground like haze and remained low above the ground. Grass was growing below my feet, like lawn. This too was silver grey and looked like it was frozen. Although I didn’t feel cold, I thought the grass might be thawing and causing the fog. Nevertheless, the surrounding landscape seemed to be covered with white frost. The sky was like a monotonous grey ceiling over the horizon. It was completely quiet. I walked on. Read the rest of this entry »