Upon a Midnight Dream

Twas upon a midnight dream

To whit me own senses shall not glean.

Climbing a mountain so steep, so tall.

Life and death so near lest I slip and fall.

Pushing…pushing a huge stone up a hill so steep.

Limbs did shake and hands did bleed from the mighty, mighty weight.

Teardrops mingled with blood and fell in small puddles at my feet.

To let go, oh but to let go, and lose now forever this constant pain.

Or to press on with my eye on the prize held close in the heart of faith?

Pushing…pushing a huge stone up a hill so steep.

Choices to make as I continue to make my way.

Let go of the weight and leave, or hold on and stay.

Yet the winding path becomes steeper each and every day.

The stone becomes heavier, more burdensome in ever increasing weight.

Pushing…pushing a huge stone up a hill so steep.

I then awaken, eyes filled with tears.

my heart rapidly beating with a surreal fear.

Small beads of sweat moistened my brow.

 I reflected upon a midnight dream…

And found the withal to keep pressing on for now.

Pushing…pushing a huge stone up a hill so steep.

·        Note

Sometimes dreams mean nothing, but ever so often they reflect an event, or events in life. Mine is being with the dealing of cancer within my body and the mental anguish associated with it in light of my past dealings with it.

 I believe if we listen to those dreams and discern them, then we can learn from them. Sometimes God speaks to us in many ways. It can be through His song in our heart…the whispering wind in the trees, or even through a dream. After all He does say, “Be still and know I’m God”.  Therefore upon this midnight dream…I am to press on with my eye fixed on the prize.

J. Allen Wilson © 8/7/2011