My emotions seem to be expressed
In dreams. Just the other day, on a
Saturday afternoon, a man knocked
Loudly at my door claiming to represent
One of the utility providers. I didn’t
Answer the door but spoke through the
Window. I knew it wasn’t true.
I have had several people knocking in the middle
Of the night which is even more frightening than
During the day. I went to bed feeling uneasy…
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In a state of exhaustion from
A night of fears
Nightmares and dreams and
Every conceivable thing
Laying asleep
On my bed of infirmities
I beheld a basket descending
Full of every vile imagination
Of lust and sin
Terrified I was forced to look
Within
Jealousy and pride, anger and
Rage
About to consume me when it
Brought to mind
The command to Peter of old
‘Rise and eat’
My answer and plea
“But of these things I have no
Power or control”
Sweetness has turned to bitterness
Only a Power from above can
Eat and destroy these things
That torment me night and day
That which has been hidden with
Greed and deed
These things are distasteful
I look to you Lord to take them
Away
But his reply –
“A furnace of affliction I have
Prepared for you
That these may be consumed
With fire and flame
From the chain of abuse
And disgrace
You have born
Then you will be set free
And delivered”…
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An ‘Allegorical Dream’
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