Dream Catcher

I lay in bed not more than five minutes ago,

staring at my dream catcher.

Dream catcher, dream catcher, save me from tomorrow.

Jesus was like a dream catcher,

His word is so simple, and we believe that it protects us from all our fears.

True?

True.

When I was a little girl I would stare at my dream catcher, count all the "bad dream" beads, and go to sleep.

In the morning I would wake up and count the beads,

 but I could never remember the number the night before.

And so it started over-and-over every night.

Everything is beautiful.

Like the way a baby laughs,

or a fire burns.

Memorizing. 

I wonder if Jesus had smooth feet.

When he carried me in the sands, when I saw only one pair of footprints,

Were his feet rough? Burdened? Untouched and Holy?

Dream catcher, dream catcher, save me from tomorrow.

That is what I always told myself before I went to bed.

Jesus, in a way is like my dream catcher.

He takes me in his arms and takes away the bad in an instant, 

I feel safe, I am somehow reassured that things will be ok.

Jesus,

Will you be my dream catcher?