VISION

I can offer no rational explanation

For this trip I’ll share with you

I dreamed of Christ’s return

One sunny winter’s day

Quite awestruck by the imagery

Stunning realism

It all began in a dentist chair

No offense intended

My dear Dr. Wall

A phobia slightly worse

Close second to my dread of dry heaves

A villainous stranger hovered over me

Dark

Foreboding

Forcing strange objects

Into my mouth and nose

Outside

Commotion erupted

Panic stricken folk

Terrified of the gigantic foreign planet

Burnt orange

Crater pocked

Hovering in the still and blackened sky

I leapt from the reclining torture rack

Bolted through the door

Once outside

Terror filled hysteria

Assorted blueprint folk

Desperately frenzied

Most seeking answers

Enigmatic apparition

I explained the book of Daniel

Sealed prophecies of coming mysteries

The moon appeared in the distance

Blood red

An ominous scarlet glow

I followed a spastic mob into a church

In process was a ritual

Bearded brown robed priests

Were shouting vague instructions

My instinct screamed blasphemy

As I sensed the nature of their deception

In haste I exited this evil trap

Found myself in a white row boat

An angel then appeared

A beautiful brunette maiden

“Stroke with all your might towards the light dear child” said she.

“Never look back”

“Ignore the orcas that surround you”

The skiff sliced through the ebony treacherous deep

The beacon grew quite brilliant

I heard the voice of my Savior

“Fear not my son, for I am with you”

“My kingdom you will share”

Indescribable peace

Filled my eager soul

I shouted encouragement to those around me

Many struggled as they sank

Beneath the briny sea

Have faith

Be strong said I……..your hope is drawing nigh.

I heard thousands pleading for forgiveness

Tears flowing down contorted cheeks

Plucked from the gloomy death

As their prayers of lamentation were swiftly answered

Millions shouted obscenities

Defiant as they met their doom

I soon arrived at a house of refuge

Similar to a hotel of mammoth stature

My room had a balcony

There I witnessed these unfolding miracles

In safety cloaked comfort

Ancient scriptures came to pass

Before my astounded eyes

The phone interrupted the stillness

Lucifer on the line

His tinny voice

Akin to a telemarketer

Hawking sales pitch

To dial into his vulgar web

As I slammed down the receiver

My son awakened me from this vision

Decide my cherished reader

Absorb my tale with however many grains of salt you wish

I believe this trance to be a sign

In proximity to our Kings return

Take heed

Act accordingly

Dismiss me

Or respond.

Salvation

Is a personal choice

Acts 2:17 (King James Version)

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 17And 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:

 

 

 

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006