Dreams
Hazy visions, fragmented scenes
persons, places, events, jumbled
in erratic sequence, erased
from memory in consciousness.
Fears elevated, desires crystallized
surreal expressions of the subconscious
drifting away like mist,
the veil lifted on awakening.
Deeper still, future events revealed
by God, as in the life of Joseph,
the teller of dreams,
and Isaiah the prophet,
“Deep from the earth you speak.
From low in the dust your words
will come. Your voice
shall come from the ground,
like the voice of a ghost,
and your speech shall whisper
out of the dust.”
What do they portend,
these unbidden dreams,
flung into our thoughts
as we sleep unaware?
Are they messages?
If so, what is their purpose,
and who is the messenger?
How to discern the origin
of the voices we hear?
We must determine the source
of the message. We must
listen, always, for the voice of God.
“For those who will not hear
the instruction of the Lord . . .
they shall be like a dream
a vision of the night
as when a hungry man
dreams he is eating
and awakes with his
hunger not satisfied,
or when a thirsty man
dreams he is drinking
and awakes faint, with
his thirst not quenched.”
“For those who honor God
with their lips, and draw near
with their mouth, while
their hearts are far from Him.
Their wisdom shall perish
their discernment shall be hidden
like the words of a book
that is sealed.”
“And in the last days . . .
your sons and daughters
shall prophesy, your young men
shall see visions, your old men
shall dream dreams . . . “
Genesis 40 & 41
Isaiah 29, Acts 2:17, RSV
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2015
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