ANGELIC DREAM

December dream

So vivid and pleasant

I am floating in a skiff

No water below me

Simply air

Angel powered I suppose

My journey begins in a dense jungle

Pythons

Sleek and powerful

Draped in trees of lazy recline

Fierce Crocodiles

Lurk along the shore

Ferocious Tigers

Patrol the path with keen supremacy

All let me pass without incident

As if I were invisible

I ask God to show me the reason for this journey

Silence

Next I drift through a city

Hundreds of people pass by me in daily routine

I hover along in the tiny green dinghy

Unseen by their human eyes

Next I am sitting idle in this magical boat

Outside a cozy home

Inside I see three beautiful sisters

Wives

Mothers

Busily preparing a meal in the kitchen

I can hear their voices

Discussing the various ingredients

Suddenly

Sophia

The tall stunning brunette

Spots me through the window

She greets me warmly

“I have been expecting you”

“You can see me” I question?

“Yes, now follow me”

“I have something to show you”

She leads me down a rolling hill into a swampy valley

We pass three children

One young boy in particular

Perhaps age seven

Turns to me and smiles

He tells me of his baseball game heroics

Such innocent enthusiasm

Reminds me of my youngest son

Sophia leads me to a stack of books on a stone table

Well studied with age

Tattered and torn

All were written by a teenage girl

I ask the nature of these writings

“Soon you shall understand” she replies

Next

I am sleeping in a strange bed

My entire family

Relatives I have not seen in years

All are gathered in this old house

I am roused by my sister Lisa

“You have visitors” she announces with a grin

In walks Sophia, her two sisters

And a lovely blond teenage girl

She clutches the books I had seen earlier

Much to my surprise

I discover that SHE is the author of them all

I tell the young lady I am a writer as well

“I know” she replies

At that mysterious moment, the gleam in her eyes helps me make the connection

I begin to read her work

GOD, SPIRITUALITY, HOPE, PEACE, PRAISE, GRACE OF JESUS CHRIST

My senses are bathed with glory

Then I come across a very old church hymn she had written

I realize these books are extremely vintage literature

Cherished by millions over the years

Yet the author sits beside me

Charming

Youthful

Vibrant

“You and I have similar styles”

“I admire you work” she tells me softly

The dream then ends abruptly

As I awaken to reality

After a strong cup of coffee

I offer you this vision as fast as I can type it

My first hand account of a visit from God’s angels

Messengers

Sent to encourage my craft

Assure me of the chosen path

Offer comfort

Their soothing presence

Secure

Heavenly

Immaculate

Thank you father

For this guidance

I shall continue my quest

Follow obediently with steadfast diligence

All praise and glory is yours

My Savior

SELAH!

“And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams:”

Acts 2:17

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2005