I Dreamed Of An Angel Last Night Poem by Gert Strydom

I dreamed of an angel
last night,
that appeared shiny and bright.

The angel had a sword with an orange burning blade
in his hand and was dressed in armour
as if it was going to war.

Thunder rumbled from the sky
when he spoke and a terrible wind
rushed past and dark clouds covered the stars.

Write and give power,
to set things right and let your enemies feel worst fury
than they bestowed on you.

Write and smite them with words,
that there words and deeds might crucify them
and that fate may take them before their time.

Write about destruction
and take vengeance on thy enemies
and give power to words, he commanded.

The sword changed to white-hot heat
and the clouds and wind
took the dimensions of destructive power.

They are ordained to be brothers of mine
and the Lord says that vengeance
belongs only to Him, I replied.

The angel faded away
and the wind and the clouds disappeared from the sky
as if they never were there.