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Lingering dreams...
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A dream had I in the recent past,
A dream recurring ever on.
Night after night comes the vision,
Calling out to me over and over again.
All the world grew dark as night,
Hope seemed to fade from the airs.
In the west a pale light lingered.
Out of it heard I a great voice,
“Look not for the world’s riches,
Son of Man, come unto me.
Hope for men fadeth now,
Evil has mastered root and stock.
The jaws of destruction are agape,
To take unto itself fallen men.
Save thyself from wrack and ruin,
Come unto me and I shall teach,
Teach you to lead a life, a life,
That is untouched by evil.”
The winds howled over a plain,
A dismal plain filled with rubble,
With rubble and outcrops stony.
With men struggling and fighting for nothing.
“Where shall I go Unknown one,
Where will thou lead me?”
The words were torn from my mouth,
Torn by winds screaming and wailing.
“Thou and men of thy like,
I shall lead to a country,
A far country under bright sunlight.”
A vision came to me unbidden,
Looked I over the waves of the deep,
And saw a far green country.
Borne through the air unseen,
Saw I a place of indescribable beauty.
High mountains and rolling meads,
Bubbly brooks and sapphire pools,
A bright sky under a swift sunrise….
Curtains of rain cleared away,
Leaving all fresh, green and tender.
Joy welled through, filling up my heart,
As I saw the green slopes in the morn’s light……
The vision vanished as soon as it came.
“Son of Man, thou art one of the chosen few,
Lead a good life and remember this,
Remember that the day is not far off,
The day I shall come for thee.
Art thou ready to do as I bid?”
“Ready I am ever Unseen one,
When will thou come for me?”
Thus I asked the lingering light.
“Soon”, came the reply soft,
"Unknown to thee, I am not, child,
I am she that thou call Nature.”
Thus ended my vision of the night,
And I woke to the songbirds calls.
I know not if it will come true; but,
If Nature calls me in my waking hours,
I vow she will find me ever ready,
To leave this present life I lead,
This life full of wrack and tempest.
To lead a life, free in the world,
A life with Nature, in the lap of the Wild.
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