At supper I recite my gratitude for the news that mother is well and that Father dreamt of her Inside of me she remembers him and in my dream He loves her always and my heart remembers him the father who would leave his son to rejoin her and the Father an only begotten son who misses her still and always At supper my prayers rise to the god of remembrance, of solitude, whose blessings wrap me in the fog that hides the lines between what has passed and is yet to come between my dreaming and His between a prayer and a blessing I dream of mother, and of father who has found his way to her and in my dream I have gratitude with supper, and the news that they dream of me And so I shall come to pass [23 II 2010]