When Souls Dream
When Souls Dream
They dream of distant shores
with rivers that never end,
The place they long to see
as the Day becomes clear.
They follow a dried river bed
where elephants lay and surrender
Their dust-covered bones
upon layers of broken clay,
Shadows on horseback drift
through valleys and rocky trails,
Past sunset-colored hills
toward the soft, red, horizon.
The sun dips into the canyon
into a shimmering dark river
with the moonlit stars reflecting
their dreams upon the surface,
A calm oasis for tired souls
Burdened with costly goods,
looking for rest from the black night
searching for peace in the cool night,
A large fire is kindled near the water
smoke from the sacrifice rises high,
The sweet aroma fills the air
until it reaches the falling moonlight,
The river is bathed with sparkling light
Solemn faces are illuminated and bright,
They look about with wonder and hope
They look for the one who is strong in soul,
A man rises and parts the moonlight
in his hands is a sacred scroll,
the light follows him to an altar of stone
where he gently unfurls crisp, curved, pages
He searches bold lines of black letters
as the orange embers warm the night,
The rest wait silently; with eyes barely open
quietly listening; as if they are dreaming,
Then the words are spoken from the scroll
their sound echoes on the canyon walls,
Memories buried deep within emerge
reminding them all of who they were.
A new vision forms in the horizon
The Dawn is quickly rising,
Golden sunrays shining the way
pushing the shadows further away,
A Whirlwind forms between the sunrays
a rushing force that turns and turns!
Filling the air with crystals of pure light
the shadows flee from this fearsome Light!
It rises slowly above the canyon
as the young and old look with awe,
The one who was strong cannot stand
he is brought low - to his knees and hands,
He whispers those sacred words once again,
then a blanket of mist suddenly descends,
And the heart of every soul opens wide
because the Almighty is here - to give them life!
Mark Stumpff
Copyright © Mark Stumpff | Year Posted 2017
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