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Dreams are so much a part of us
and yet not a part of us. 
I've often wondered about dreams.
What do they mean,
all those dreams
that flash by so quickly
only to pass from memory
as though they were never there.
Today I had a dream
which did not pass, will never pass
its scenes vividly stamped
on my mind, its words forever
written on my heart.
This dream bought death
Mine. Oh, the joy!
My soul freed from its prison
this body in which it lives.
Free at last from the chains
holding it to earth.
Free to soar in worlds
it could not reach before.
Free to see such beauty as
these words cannot express
to hear the sound of music
written by the Lord himself.
With joy, I run toward that
for which my soul has yearned.
But wait! A penance due?
A short delay, I'm told.
First there's something I must see
someone who wants to say
a word before I go
an old friend or two.
But where are we going?
The light is fading
I cannot hear the music.
How awful, that other sound
closer now, and louder.
Is it the sound of screaming
can that be human voice?
My soul shrinks from this horror
and tries in vain to flee
but somehow, something stronger
compels me to stay.
The darkness is crushing
heated air fills my lungs.
The robe I'm wearing turns to ashes
burning stones are everywhere.
All around me, there is fire
but no light!
Where can they be
in Hell, my friends?
Oh, wake me from this dream
it cannot be!
A face before me now
the girl next door 
her finger pointing
right at me.
"I saw you almost every day
you never once told me
this place was here."
I reach out to her
but she is gone.
Another face I recognize
a boy I once knew.
"I talked to you
about the raw deal
life had handed me.
You could have warned me 
of the one who is
the greatest swindler of them all."
The mailman's face
contorted with pain.
"You gave me water
to quench my thirst
could you give just a drop now?"
I see the neighbor 
whose son was killed.
"You talked to me about death
but did not tell me how to live."
The needy one
what was her name?
She stands before me now.
"You were kind
and gave me food for my body
my soul was starving
you must have known."
A friend from church
how can this be?
Surely, there's some mistake.
what is he saying?
"I shared with you my doubt
you did not pray with me
I was searching
you turned it aside lightly."
Many other persons
whose names I no longer know
but whose faces are forever mine.
These I may not meet again
but now, my nightmare o'er
I'll not pass blithely by
that one who stops to say hello
but look at each
as God's own
and know he loves them
and care enough
to let him speak through me.
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