Divine Care

You are in my dreams again. In Your castle I am warm and safe there as Your arms are around me as I drift into peaceful slumber. You are holding me in a fatherly manner, offering me divine care. I've seen the white marble lay of Your palace. You're seated upon Your throne. My own place is in Your great Heaven's. I walk in a meadow, a golden meadow and my appearance is like black onyx with red ruby tips. I have no arms or hands or feet, at least I don't think so. There's times when I had the audacity to crawl up the back of Your Son's throne and yelled, "What's going on around here?" You Jesus dear Lord didn't seem offended, probably so very good for me. You seemed sad, so very sad. You were looking down at a necklace of sorts that You were wearing around Your neck. This piece looked like an antique lantern... a lit lantern that might be found on someone's porch. I couldn't help but wonder what this all meant. Later it was evident that time was running out for this old Earth ... that You were reluctant to come down off Your throne; to carry out the final chapter of this world's history as we know it; Reluctant because You do not want one soul to be lost.