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The dream I had.

TearsOfPearls
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since 1999-09-23

Posts 322
Vereeniging, South-Africa

0 posted 1999-12-05 08:06 AM

(This isn't a very good poem, I wrote it in about ten minutes. It is actually a real dream I had about 4 months ago)

The dream I had.

I had a dream a while ago,
through my school I were walking.
All my friends appeared before me,
but there was no laughing or talking.

Suddenly they all disappeared
but just one of my best friends did stay.
She was sitting, listening to nobody speaking
in a very silent kinda way.

I were standing right infront of her
and then I saw that light.
Beaming down from heaven to earth,
a wonderful sight.

With excitement I askedher
if she saw that?
She asked me:"What?
The dog chasing the cat?"

I looked ather with astonishment
and replied no.
Jesus coming back to earth
in that fantastic glow.

With an unchanged face
ahe told me yes.
In a way, my excitement now
was a litle bit less.

I don't know how
but the Holy Gost appeared to me.
He told me that at eleven that night
my soal would be set free.

I remember feeling happy
but sceared at the same time,
but leaving this world to live with God
was, to me, absolutely fine.

I don't remember what happened
and how I got to heaven,
but everything happened as was siad
and I left the world at eleven

In heaven I saw
my mother and sister.
My dad was gone,
I thought we'd be together.

Till this day
that dream puzzels me.
Some things were meant to be known,
others I don't have to see.

(ok, it is just a dream, but it really made me thought. My one friend told me that my dad might be in heaven, just not the same place as the rest of us. I might have dreamt this because of his work.)

Saxoness

Senior Member

since 1999-07-18

Posts 1102
Texas

1 posted 1999-12-05 10:01 PM

Sometimes I think God uses dreams to speak to us.

"Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone
I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me."

-Charles Brugnot

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