Glorious Dream Of Heaven

Glorious Dream Of Heaven
© Surazeus
2023 09 04

When evening breeze whispers in maple grove, 
farmers and craftsmen of small frontier town 
gather for prayer on verdant river shore 
with wives and children in clusters of hats, 
then earnest voices murmur in blue dusk 
with crickets and frogs in gently swaying reeds. 

Pale faces lit gold by new rising moon 
gaze upward at clouds blazing sunset red 
as they sing hymn of sorrow-aching tune, 
abide with me, fast falls the eventide, 
for glories of this Earth will pass away, 
and they hold hands as evening darkens deep. 

While gazing at gray clouds blazing blood red 
with stark horror above mauve mountain ridge, 
Sophronia sees large chariot of gold wheels 
burst through swirling veil of eternity, 
driven by tall bearded man in white robe 
who reins four horses on broad flaming wings. 

Clothed in long flowing gown of cloud-white power, 
tall man with eyes black as star-shining void, 
who drives large four-wheeled chariot of fire 
on rainbow bridge across the blood-red sky, 
notches heart-piercing arrow of desire 
in crescent moon-shaped bow of burning gold. 

Amazed at vision of God in black sky, 
Sophronia watches Jesus wield sharp sword 
as he fights six large demons with bat wings 
in clashing ring of weapons to defend 
frail human souls on Earth from tyranny, 
admiring graceful dance of martial art. 

Hands clasped in fervent prayer of earnest faith, 
Sophronia watches Jesus battle Death 
with Sword of Justice forged from flames of Hell, 
then takes her hand with beaming smile of love 
and leads her through pearl gates to paradise 
where they relax in garden of fruit trees. 

By silver sparkling fountain pool of tears, 
Sophronia sits with Jesus on gold bench 
in crystal temple with curtains of gauze, 
and she sings hymn with heart-enchanting voice 
while he strums gold strings of the ivory harp, 
their eyes connecting lonely hearts with love. 

In cold pale light of dawn on river shore, 
Sophronia wakes from glorious dream of Heaven, 
shivering with ache of hunger for lost joy, 
so she fries pancakes over crackling flames 
and offers plates to people as they wake, 
faces still glowing with hope for the future.