I Had This Dream Last Night
Oh, the prettiest of birds flew towards the sun. A blast of air, of wind. Feathers of red and blue floated down. Tumbling and rolling through the clouds. Fingers lifted it up and it flew towards the sun again. As flying the feathers transformed into larger mottled brown and white wings; a raptor beak of young white pluming into golden yellow. Towards the sun she kept flying. Higher and higher. In the distance, her bald eagle eyes saw a crown hovering over the sun. In a golden glow of before the sun, a throne of marble so royal. Red carpet with sparkling silver fringes lined the walkway. Steps of craved names: truth, compassion, composure, needs, duty, wisdom, love and faith. With the last sweeping stroke of the broom, the steps were finally clean. Hours of wiping here, wiping there, dirty rags and clothes. Sweat dried and dripping. A smell of dirt and filth. In the staleness of the air, the voice with lifting fingers drifted above, "A one person staff; still a queen." Her rewards await, Above Cognitive.
He seeks not a kingdom to rule, but to be ruled. Warrior once but so tired of the fight. He bathed in his blood over the years becoming a Christian of God of high standings for he was saved. Not once but twice. To continue the fight, to continue the journey of the endless tunnel. Will there ever be light. His last fight with the haunting of her hate. He followed his heart, as he was told by Him, yet, believers did not believe. Now, he bears the cross of the One. Will he make it to the hill and the waiting nails. She wishing to fillet him like a fish and, then, toss it all away. The smile on her face with the first hammer blow. For the longest, her smile grew. Wiping the sweat of her brow, his blood ran down her face to her neck finding her heart. The burning, the heating sensation, as she heard his words, "Father, forgive her for she knows not...." For a moment her heart stopped with his death. With the glee of Satan, it started again. She knew now the ways of evil . Tears no more. Drops of acid down her face. In the thundering air, the voice with lifting fingers drifted above, "She is forgiven, my son." Her rewards await, Above Cognitive.
I had this dream last night. The pain through my hands and feet. But all like, an endless tunnel, dark and empty. All the same. No beginning. No ending. All the same. Only the pain. The morning was bright except for the pain. He saw her standing there ready to start the day. Without a word, for she did not speak to him, he did what he could to lessen her day of toil. For is that not love. She questioned not, not a word. He could feel her hate, but it was not about her. He could not ask her to forget what was in her heart. It was her battle with Satan. He could only but show his love. For in his love, he knew God would be there for her. For is not God, the God of love. And he had faith that God could read his heart and soul. As she dusted him away, in the dust, the voice with lifting fingers drifted above, "I will fight by her side for her." Her rewards await, Above Cognitive.
I had this dream last night. The light of the tunnel came into sight. His heart raced as did he. Would it explode before the light. Just one second of light all he sought. Run and run all he did. Closer and closer. Near bursting. Could his heart take more. From the seed of Satan at the bottom of his soul, rose the ugly head of evil. One last chance for the Devil to take his soul. In the spirit of His light, came a sword wielded by her. "No!" he screamed. "Satan will take your soul, too." What a fight for eyes to see. In the swirling air of battle, the voice with lifting fingers drifted above, "Two becoming one, Satan cannot win." Their rewards await, Above Cognitive. The journey begins with the one second of light. Or, was it the story at the end of a hard working day to give hope and meaning to a one person staff on her journey to Above Cognitive and being a queen.