December dream

So vivid

Pleasant

I was floating in a skiff

No water below me

Simply air

Angel powered I suppose

My journey began in a dense jungle

Pythons

Sleek and powerful

Draped in trees of lazy recline

Fierce Crocodiles

Lurked along the shore

Ferocious Tigers

Patrolled the path with keen supremacy

All let me pass without incident

As if I were invisible

I asked God to reveal

The reason for my journey

Silence

Next I drifted through a city

Hundreds of people passed by me

Absorbed in daily routine

I hovered along in the tiny green dinghy

Invisible

To their human eyes

Next I sat idle

Outside a cozy home

Inside I saw three beautiful sisters

Wives

Mothers

Busily preparing a meal in the kitchen

I could hear their melodic voices

Discussing the various dishes

Suddenly

Sophia

A tall stunning brunette

Her eyes bore into my soul

“I have been expecting you” said she

“You can see me” I question?

“Yes”

“Now follow me”

“I have something to show you”

She led me down a rolling hill

Into a swampy valley

We encountered three children

One young boy in particular

Perhaps age seven

He turned to me and smiled

Told me of his baseball game heroics

Such innocent enthusiasm

Reminded me of my youngest son

Sophia led 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 asked the nature of the writings

“Soon you shall understand” she replied

Next

I was sleeping in a strange bed

My entire family

Relatives I had not seen in years

All were gathered in this old house

I was roused by my sister Lisa

“You have visitors”

She announced with a grin

In walked Sophia

Her two sisters

And a lovely blond teenage girl

She clutched the books I had seen earlier

Much to my surprise

I was told that SHE authored them all

“I too am a poet” said I

 “I know” she replied

At that mysterious moment

The brilliant gleam in her eyes

Helped me make the connection

I began to read her work

GOD

SPIRITUALITY

HOPE

PEACE

PRAISE

GRACE OF JESUS CHRIST

My senses

Bathed with glory

Then I came across an ancient hymn she had written

Extremely vintage sonnet

Cherished by millions over the years

Yet the author sat beside me

Charming

Youthful

Vibrant

“You and I have similar styles”

“I admire you work”

She whispered softly

The dream ended abruptly

I awakened to reality

My first hand account

Of a visit from God’s angels

Messengers

Sent to encourage my craft I suppose

Assure me of the chosen path

Offer serene comfort

By their soothing presence

Secure

Heavenly

Immaculate

Thank you Father

For the guidance

Continue my quest I shall

Follow obediently

With steadfast diligence

All praise and glory is yours

“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