Seen from a distance,
while captive of my dream, a
red, celestial body fell into the ocean's
gleam.
Impact of the fallen Goddess hissed upon
the ocean's wave;
radiance immersed in water; smoky
pillows, vapor stays.
A sheet
lain atop the earth witnessed by the sky,
covered up her patchwork quilt; seen by
sleeping eyes.
Placed upon her soil, standing on her
hallowed ground;
heard the Lord's great battle cry; voices
resound.
Movements clashed,
debates afire, rallies cried His Holy
Name,
and for Heaven's glory, upright soldiers,
tireless, gained.
Mighty moved the session, a great
company; reached the destined mountain
fortress high above the sea.
Up the ancient
ladder, hung on seamless main,
the rolling vapor danced; banished was
the plane.
Rose up the army, divinely pulled by
force,
ceased by cause unknown; the union
divorced.
Trapped by misty
veil, alone and unseen;
waited for the hour, faithful and serene.
Anxiously I waited, His voice unheard,
pined for reassurance or solitary word.
I prayed the dream
to end, all sense non-surreal;
spirit captured bodily by sight, sound
and fear.
Fiercely, raging, thoughts, my mind
affright,
employed belief, succumbed to fear,
challenged by the flight.
Then with spirit
recollected, exited the dream,
urged myself awake, my soul to be
redeemed.
And through Nod's tunnel, the message
bestowed,
landed back on port and let the truth
unfold.
2 Timothy, 1:13-14 “Hold
fast the pattern of sound words which you
have heard from me, in faith and love
which are in Jesus Christ. That good
thing which was committed to you, keep by
the Holy Spirit which dwells in us.”
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