Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—blessed vision!—
that a fountain flowed
here in my heart.
I said: Why, O water, have you come
along this secret waterway,
spring of new life,
which I have never tasted?
I dreamt—blessed vision!—
that a fountain flowed
here in my heart.
I said: Why, O water, have you come
along this secret waterway,
spring of new life,
which I have never tasted?
Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—blessed vision!—
that I had a beehive
here in my heart;
and the golden bees
were making
from all my old sorrows
white wax and sweet honey.
Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—blessed vision!—
a blazing sun shone
here in my heart.
It was blazing because it gave heat
from a red home,
and it was sun because it gave light
and because it made me weep.
Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—blessed vision!—
that it was God I had
here in my heart.
“Last night, as I was sleeping” by Antonio Machado
Source: The Longing In Between
Have you had any blessed vision in your dreams?
A very moving poem… Thank you, Perpetua. ❤
Thank you, Amy. I can totally relate to this blessed vision while I was sleeping.