Month: November 2014

Reality Is All That’s True!

In my dream I was flying, – soaring o’er houses, fields.
I was in my motorcar, sunroof open, free, just like a bird.
I sped past a pterodactyl large wings flapping lazily,
Accelerated and flashed round the moon quite crazily!
A hundred thousand miles I must have flown:
New horizons skimmed and strangely known!
It was very real while quite absurd.
And when I awoke, no news to you,
It simply wasn’t ever true!.

In my dream I was sick and diseased, suffering long.
I was in this body, a material shell of strange substance.
It responded to my thought, the fear of age,
That wrapped me round just like a cage.
It held me back then took control
And told me I was far from whole.
It led me quite a merry dance.
And when I awoke, no news to you,
It simply wasn’t ever true!

In my dream I was sinning, I knew I was doing wrong.
I couldn’t help myself, and that was my defence.
It involved other people, whether they knew or not,
But I didn’t care, for sin fulfilled my selfish plot.
I felt that somehow in the main
That by this sinning I could gain.
At the time it made great sense.
And when I awoke, no news to you,
It simply wasn’t ever true!

And now awake, wide-eyed, alert, I know myself immortal.
The dream not me! Great freedom feel,- I am what God does give!
I look around, true substance see, tangible, can’t fade,
Everything is perfect, pure, and stamped: “In Heaven Made.”
There’s laughter, joy, and Love all round,
As life in Soul secures good ground.
I know this fact: in Love I live!
And wide-awake, no news to you,
Reality is all that’s true!

Genesis 1:27 God created man[
God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.

Genesis 2:21 (to:)
And the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and he slept:

Rom 13:11 now it
now it is high time to awake out of sleep: for now is our salvation nearer than when we believed.

EYES. Spiritual discernment, — not material but mental.
Jesus said, thinking of the outward vision, “Having eyes, see ye not?” (Mark viii. 18.)


The Balloon


The balloon was blown up
to incredible size
It taught me a lesson
That made me more wise.
Becoming quite fright’ning as it grew and grew,
I shrank from before its enveloping view.
I pushed it away but it spread round my hand,
Pushing me backwards, becoming more grand.
But the bigger it got, the thinner its skin,
So I firmly held out a tiny sharp pin!
The merest touch proffered was all I allowed,
The ”BANG!” that resulted was ever so loud!
I looked round amazed at what had been done,
The proof of dominion was certainly fun!
The knowledge that evil was nothing to fear,
Was the tiny sharp pin that soon cleared the air.
The ragged bits scattered and dead on the floor
Just symbolised error, no shape and no more.
Whenever we’re tempted
to shrink with alarm
Let Truth be our strong point
and God our right arm!