The Dream Of Meeting Poem by Gladden Scribbles

I dream of meeting my gran,
And the multitude of men beneath our feet.
I know it's God's future plan,
But I still wish for us to meet.

I dream of meeting Tajudeen,
And our mates who have gone to sleep.
I know they live where I've not been,
But our memories are forever mine to keep.

I dream of meeting my siblings,
Who fell asleep before my birth.
I know they dwell with the celestial beings,
But they were real blessings to this earth.

I dream of meeting my Paul,
And the saints who have crossed life's stream.
I know they stay in God's holy hall,
And watch me from light agleam.

I dream to lie among the forgotten sons,
And the lasses who no longer toil.
I know they are the forgotten ones,
But I wish to lie with them beneath the soil.

I dream to dream no more fruitless dreams,
When the day ceases to lighten my way.
I know I may wake to meet the One who redeems,
As the night hides my shame beneath the clay.