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.