Helen Hunt Jackson

(18 October 1830 – 12 August 1885 / Amherst, Massachusetts)

A Dream - Poem by Helen Hunt Jackson

I dreamed that I ws dead and crossed the heavens,--
Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift,--
And cried: "O God, where art Thou?" I left one
On earth, whose burden I would pray Thee lift."

I was so dead I wondered at no thing,--
Not even that the angels slowly turned
Their faces, speechless, as I hurried by
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned);

Nor, at the first, that I could not find God,
Because the heavens stretched endlessly like space.
At last a terror siezed my very soul;
I seemed alone in all the crowded place.

Then, sudden, one compassionate cried out,
Though like the rest his face from me he turned,
As I were one no angel might regard
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned):

"No moew in heaven than earth will he find God
Who does not know his loving mercy swift
But waits the moment consummate and ripe,
Each burden, from each human soul to lift."

Though I was dead, I died again for shame;
Lonely, to flee from heaven again I turned;
The ranks of angels looked away from me
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned).

Comments about A Dream by Helen Hunt Jackson

  • Hassan Hayati (7/17/2017 11:07:00 PM)

    thoughts are magnificent, to be all alone among the crowd (Report) Reply

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  • Patricia Grantham (7/17/2017 8:19:00 PM)

    A magnificent write that I truly enjoyed. Full of depth and meaning. Dead but yet still very much full of life. A great metaphor. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (7/17/2017 2:30:00 PM)

    Crossed the heavens! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (7/17/2017 1:32:00 PM)

    Highly philosophical narrative showing one's paradox with regard to our intense longing for heaven. Thanks a lot. (Report) Reply

  • Seamus O' Brian (7/17/2017 10:36:00 AM)

    A moving reminder that we do not have to ascend to the heavens to beseech Divine grace, for his love and mercy are already at work among us here in the strife and turmoil of life. Provocatively expressed. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (7/17/2017 2:57:00 AM)

    Reminds me of the song FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND...Thanks for posting... (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (7/17/2017 12:28:00 AM)

    More like a dirge than a dream. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (3/25/2016 10:40:00 PM)

    I can only repeat the good words of Ingeborg below. We do need to pray for one another now whilst we're still here on earth (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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