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I die often in my dreams

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I die often in my dreams

Since the day I died for real, I die often in my dreams
And each time I find myself standing in a chaotic crowd
Like an army just disbanded
Screaming, pushing, left and right to go through an open gate
Guarded by some other beings.
 
Mud and slide
In this side
On the other side is green
Neat and clean and organized.
 
That's the heaven I assume
And all beings will go there
When Signaled to do so
By the guards.
 
Dogs and cats, and flies and germs
All are here, and all the same
The same height, the same weight
The same color, the same face
And none caring for each other.
We all try to reach the gate
In this barren,muddy land
Even though we all are headed
And we all will be admitted
Any moment, now, there.
 
And I see all kinds of being
Here from every galaxy
All and every type of life
Displayed, cheaply, before me
For they push and fell, and slide
Greedy even this last time
All are greedy except me.
 
Then they look at me an sniff me
At my cold and wet feet
And they look me in the eye
Asking what solar system I com from
And I see that I still am the same fool I used to be
For I do not answer straight, but drag on
I tell them “In my planet all my species have been kings
We ruled and abused them”, I meant all the other species
“We ate their flesh,
We drunk their milk
We used their feathers,
We used their skin.
In my planet if you dare to approach and tell my kin
That he is not right to say this or that for any thing
He would be your enemy, he will hate you all his life
But if you will learn to praise
To praise him foolishly
Just praise him!
In my planet people do cherish all the stupid lies
They feed on insincere lies
And whole heartily belive them”.
 
I expect them to despise me and all my planet's creature
But to my surprise they open in my honer in both sides
And I think perhaps they heard, from their stars, about Jesus
Heard of our earthly sinners, sinners who had been forgiven
In advance by Jesus Christ.
 
I move humbled and enlighten, over dirt, toward the gate
I see angels, they are opening the gate and I fill the light
Poured from rays of morning sun over my wakened face
And I jump from the  warmth
Of my bed not to be late 
To catch bits of running life.

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  1. Date: 2/18/2013 9:41:00 PM

    wow..this is what I call a poem... very deep.. thanks for sharing..LINDA