VISION
I can offer no rational explanation
For this trip I’ll share with you
I dreamed of Christ’s return
One sunny winter’s day
Quite awestruck by the imagery
Stunning realism
It all began in a dentist chair
No offense intended
My dear Dr. Wall
A phobia slightly worse
Close second to my dread of dry heaves
A villainous stranger hovered over me
Dark
Foreboding
Forcing strange objects
Into my mouth and nose
Outside
Commotion erupted
Panic stricken folk
Terrified of the gigantic foreign planet
Burnt orange
Crater pocked
Hovering in the still and blackened sky
I leapt from the reclining torture rack
Bolted through the door
Once outside
Terror filled hysteria
Assorted blueprint folk
Desperately frenzied
Most seeking answers
Enigmatic apparition
I explained the book of Daniel
Sealed prophecies of coming mysteries
The moon appeared in the distance
Blood red
An ominous scarlet glow
I followed a spastic mob into a church
In process was a ritual
Bearded brown robed priests
Were shouting vague instructions
My instinct screamed blasphemy
As I sensed the nature of their deception
In haste I exited this evil trap
Found myself in a white row boat
An angel then appeared
A beautiful brunette maiden
“Stroke with all your might towards the light dear child” said she.
“Never look back”
“Ignore the orcas that surround you”
The skiff sliced through the ebony treacherous deep
The beacon grew quite brilliant
I heard the voice of my Savior
“Fear not my son, for I am with you”
“My kingdom you will share”
Indescribable peace
Filled my eager soul
I shouted encouragement to those around me
Many struggled as they sank
Beneath the briny sea
Have faith
Be strong said I……..your hope is drawing nigh.
I heard thousands pleading for forgiveness
Tears flowing down contorted cheeks
Plucked from the gloomy death
As their prayers of lamentation were swiftly answered
Millions shouted obscenities
Defiant as they met their doom
I soon arrived at a house of refuge
Similar to a hotel of mammoth stature
My room had a balcony
There I witnessed these unfolding miracles
In safety cloaked comfort
Ancient scriptures came to pass
Before my astounded eyes
The phone interrupted the stillness
Lucifer on the line
His tinny voice
Akin to a telemarketer
Hawking sales pitch
To dial into his vulgar web
As I slammed down the receiver
My son awakened me from this vision
Decide my cherished reader
Absorb my tale with however many grains of salt you wish
I believe this trance to be a sign
In proximity to our Kings return
Take heed
Act accordingly
Dismiss me
Or respond.
Salvation
Is a personal choice
Acts 2:17 (King James Version)
King James Version (KJV)
Public Domain 17And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams:
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006
