Following A Dream Poem by Tom Billsborough

Down a dim corridor of infinite length
I wander, following a voice that whispers
The atonement of faith.
Past doors half-closed like hidden guilts
The shuttered shadows of yesterday.
Passages lead off with no directions given,
Causing a momentary indecision.
Do I continue on the direct path
Or choose some random way
For answers to my silent prayers?
The voice ahead grows stronger
So I stay upon this chosen way
Until I reach a room so brightly lit
My eyes are cauterized, as though at birth,
When the world explodes upon
A new born child.
And I am filled with rapture as I stare
Intently through a window where
A wild flower meadow flourishes
And bees and butterflies hover
And sparrows dart and running water
Bounds in brief cascades and familiar
Faces smile at me with pleasure.
Is this a vision or mere illusion?