The Dream Poem by cheryl davis miller

I went on a journey not long ago
I departed just after midnight.
I traveled quite far on my journey
arrived home just before daylight.

I visited my eternal homeland
while dreaming the other night.
I was caught up and captivated
in a place of perpetual delight.

The sights were more than breathtaking.
The Wind softly kissed my face.
The Light all around me was golden
enclosing me in God's grace.

From every direction came loved ones
friends and family who'd gone on ahead.
Even strangers whom I never met before
seemed close and familiar instead.

Yet all of these visions were eclipsed
by the arrival of God's Holy Son.
Even He had come forth to greet me
as tho I was really someone.

I bowed in the presence of Royalty
He was ushered by an angelic host.
And while all of the vision bore glory
this encounters what I'd wanted most.

I was so filled with His presence
I felt I could receive no more
as waves of His glory swept over me
the love from His heart did pour.

Then from the corner of one eye
I noticed a sapphire wall.
I watched as lone individuals
looked and wept for what they saw.

I did not want to leave His presence
yet felt compelled to go see.
If what caused the others to weep so
would effect in a like manner me.

I peered down thru vast clouds of glory
and beheld a dark swirling mist.
Repulsed; I desired to turn away
but the vision I could not resist.

I beheld great mass' being driven
by a snarling demonic host.
I trembled at the stark recognition
of a soul I had loved the most.

For there was my beautiful child
led captive as captive she'd been.
Carried forth by the legions of darkness
to the final destination of sin.

I fell to the ground sorely weeping
cried ' Jesus, this just can not be,
I'd gladly trade places with her Lord,
instead of her Jesus send me.'

He gathered me up with His scarred hands
attempting to calm my heart.
Said, 'Child if you want to sacrifice
now is the time to start,

go back from this dream and remember
and lay your life down everyday.
Pray and do not grow weary so her path
doesn't end in this way.

Continue to love her and tell her
however that I love her more.
That today is the day of salvation
and before her is an open door'.


c.d.m.2011