For i am on a tightrope heading towards a bridge. On either side are people from my church. Underneath are hecklers among the darkness. I can see the words ANCC on the left. The pastor and a group of unknowns on the right. I am separated by them by a see though wall. I hear people falling from both sides where they go into the dark to be hecklers. I hear them getting loader. All of a sudden i trip on a plug which seem to be built from people. You may say i tripped on power as i climbed onto the bridge to walk towards the light. Little at a time the people on my left dropping into the abyss until even the the name fall as the hecklers get loader. I keep my eye on the light as peace overwhelms me making me feel loved. As i get closer to the light the wall gets shorter in height. I then see a group walking away from pastor down a separate path away from him. I am trying to take this all in that i have been shown to allow the LORD to lead me down HIS path.
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Posted: Jan 2015
About this poem:
A dream i have had over the past 3 months. I feel it is an answer to my prayers about my path GOD has for me.
It is easy to be a heckler, one who delights in shaming others. It is far harder to find the goodness in even the least of people. I got out my Worst of American Idol Seasons 1-4 and had to say it was fun watching the bad singers get heckled by the judges, even though I knew it was wrong. It is good to sing, even if it's not up to award winning standards.
Comments (5)
Thanks for your comment. I am not happy to have hecklers around me they just do not get it. Have a blessed day.
thanks for your kind words.
May your year be a blessed one.
thanks for your kind words.
May your year be a blessed one.