The Victory Lap

Dusk lingers over the broken hill Night creeps slowly beneath gloomy skies Tired souls scramble to their weary beds While I kneel down on the old dusty carpet and pray. My spirit groans but I could not utter a single word Overshadowed by an unusual burden I forced out a few words and hum a spiritual tune. The night spread quickly over my bed And I drifted in a deep slumber instead. I found myself waiting in a room, I was waiting for someone but I didn’t know who A bare shelf attached to a plain wall With a phone box sitting on top caught my attention. Someone suddenly came out of nowhere into the unlit room With a delegation and greeted me heartily. He shook my hand and gave me the box. We sat around a table positioned in the center of the room His chair powerfully arranged to right side He sat close to the door and I sat next to him enchanted by his charismatic power I waited for that ecstatic hour. His delegation sat around the table at the darker end of the room clapping and cheering as he started to speak. With a big grin and a wide smile He spoke with confidence, boldness and authority Suddenly the door cracked opened and a radiant glow of light straight from the sky radiates upon him The beaming light rest upon him and covers him as he spoke. God bless the President These words woke me up in the wee hours of the morning.