I Had A Dream
I had a dream the other
Its vision will not go away,
About some people dressed in gowns,
(I know how strange this story sounds.)
Each gown was separate
from the rest,
With different colours they were blest,
And everyone had points of view,
And revelations that were new.
They studied scripture,
And gave each other dirty looks,
As back and forth they argued so,
As if to let each other know,
That they were blessed
with knowledge, dear,
And their great wisdom would appear,
For they could point the way to God,
But all their knowledge was a fraud.
And then another
Who was alone and very shy,
And on an altar placed a gown,
And then upon it he laid down.
It was a gown so pure
Yet more than white, for it was bright,
And as he laid there peacefully,
I knew at once that he was free.
And still the others
held their glare,
So full of hate and unaware,
That one among them was at peace,
And so their conflict didn't cease.
Another cried in solemn
And hoped that God was there somewhere,
As to the Virgin Mary called,
And on his knees he knelt and crawled.
Still on that altar in
There laid a man, as in the womb,
So peaceful and so satisfied,
While those around both cursed and cried.
As quick as that I was
And wondered what of it to make,
Yet as I thought upon the scene,
I knew the meaning of the dream.
The ones in gowns,
Both pulled and strained within the yolk,
While trying to find the God above,
They weren't aware of His great love.
But on that altar
He didn't fight and wasn't strained,
For he had met with Jesus there,
While they were lost, he was in prayer.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul