night after I said my prayers
And asked my soul to keep,
I started drifting aimlessly
Between awake and sleep.
I floated o'er a craggy shore
Which lined a crystal sea,
Its waters made of mirrored glass,
Encrusted with debris.
With grace beget of heaven's wings
I braved a slow descent
To view what lay below the grime—
My first and true intent.
But once alighted from the sky
With all my earthly mass,
I found the surface far too smudged
To let discernment pass.
"Oh! how strong must my vision be
To see beyond the glass...?"
Then came an answer to my plea
With ire less than discreet—
An angry crab produced a flask
And tossed it near my feet.
Suspecting it might clear my view,
I quickly snatched my spoil
But found inside a reeking swill
Of sweat from fruitless toil.
But dreams are not as sometimes seems,
So eagerly I tore
A strip of linen, white and clean,
From filthy rags I wore.
I scrubbed with perspirative zeal
But sight remained denied
As blurred reflections of myself
Obscured what hid inside.
"Oh! how clear must my vision be
To see beyond my pride...?"
Two albatross from different shores
Engaged in winged embrace,
Danced circles far above my head,
Then dropped an azure vase.
It shattered in a brilliant spray
Of melancholy spheres
Which soaked the surface of the sea
With unrequited tears.
Anticipation filled my eyes
As waves of teardrops fell,
In hope their washing of the glass
Would serve my mission well.
But evanescent hopes were dashed
As streams of mourning rain
Flowed o’er my work already done
And formed a murky stain.
"Oh! how deep must my vision be
To see beyond my pain...?"
I fell upon the crystal sea,
My expectations thin
That I should see into the depths
And mysteries therein.
But as I knelt upon the glass,
There came from far above
A gentle flutter born of wings
And cooing of a dove.
O’er my sweat-stained toil he flew
And through my tearful flood,
A vial gripped within his beak,
Which held three drops of blood.
He dropped the treasure in my hand
Which garnered my dismay—
How could these beads of crimson life
Help clear the murk away?
"Oh! how quick must my vision be
To see beyond today...?"
But when the droplets touched the glass
The crystal burst with light;
All unclean deeds and anguished dreams
Were banished from my sight.
And in a flash of blessed hope
The Lord appeared to me,
His visage stretched along the shore
And filled the sullen sea.
But as I tried to peer around,
He moved to block my way
And filled my vision just with Him…
And then I heard him say:
"When all your tasks of earthly
Hath surely come to pass
Shall then your spirit be allowed
To look beyond the glass."
Another burst of blinding light
Exploded in my head ...
I rubbed the sunlight from my eyes
And sat upright in bed.
Dream or vision? I don’t know—
Yet neither will surpass
The vast imaginations kept
Where mysteries amass.
"Oh! how I cannot wait to see
What waits beyond the glass..."