The world I seem to see in dreams is … strange,
To say the least, yet God is master there
As he is Lord—his rule is absolute—
In heaven, earth, and every realm beneath.
The principle that even every speck—
That each square inch—is justly his by right,
And even now cannot escape his will,
Must certainly apply to dreams as well.
And thus I am preserved: However odd
The scenes and the events I dream I see,
All evil fades away at break of day,
And no temptation shall—nor any trial—
Be more than my poor fragile soul can bear
Before, at morn, he causes me to wake.
I wrote this a few weeks ago after yet another strange dream (which I soon forgot, but I think it involved situations I would hope I would flee and avoid rather than dive into if I met them in life), and thought to post it again today after still another.
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This poem is also archived on my wiki.
- “Evening Prayer” (shinecycle.wordpress.com)
- “Repentance” (shinecycle.wordpress.com)
- “A Clockwork Dream” (shinecycle.wordpress.com)
- Poetry Archive: Volume VII: Faith (Part 9) (shinecycle.wordpress.com)