“A Dream”

“ A Dream”

 

My dream I share with you

Family, friend, stranger too

My dream, a sea of emotion

My conscious the reef

I ask you to think to reflect

I tell you all, nothing do I neglect

I stood in awe and wonder

What could this be? That such an endless crowd came to see

A massive cloud surrounded what I thought to be a stage

All walked towards it, yet no footsteps could I hear

They walked with purpose, drawn to their destination without hesitation

All races, men, women, their silence deafening

Their eyes fixed on what was before them

Their dress, a simple robe that covered them

The cloud covered all but the first five steps of marble

Only one railing was not in a shroud

Some in the crowd cradled an object in their hands

Not the same, but important I sensed, just the same

Still others walked with their hands pressed against their chest

With caution I sought out knowledge

The nearest to me I stopped, Where do these steps lead? What do some carry?

The woman looked at me, her eyes were clear, like those of a child in wonder

She replied softly, “We are going to see our God, we carry what was important in our life

Some carry a wooden box, the box that holds you in the end, some boxes hold wealth

Others hold possessions, still others anger, hate and blame.

The list is vast and varied as the people here that carry.

“The contents will be shown to Him, this is what we did with the life you gave us

Few carry nothing, for they possess that which cannot be held in a box

They carry love, only the heart can hold love

Some bring only this, the love that they gave and shared

Yet love still remains in their heart, love can not be owned, it can only be given

There is no end to love

Do you know God is there when the cloud blocks your view?

There is no cloud for those who walk.  We see our God for each has his own

What we believe will soon be shown

 

Roberto Juarez