The Thin Line of Night and Day


I dreamt about day and night. The world was like divided in half but all the while I thought, it is dawn and a beautiful sunrise is just waiting at hand. I do not understand what it meant or I was just unsure maybe I knew.

The hypocrites are always on top while at the bottom are those bones and legs lifting the higher ups, never recognized and were never heard. The top, middle and, bottom, these are all parts of the system created by men. I've been at the middle, they clothed me with diamonds and pearls. All eyes around me, but the burden of my garments was heavy and loaded, carrying it makes me fall to the ground. So, I wished for lesser load and come down to escape the greed of the authority. 

At first, I was surprised by the lighter dense. It gave me peace for a while, what a joy in a moment. But then the mighty head swing its scepter that I fell to the ground. The water mirrored my reflection, I no longer recognize myself. My clothes were sacked and I was naked. No more diamonds and pearls, just stripes and bruises. Lost and anxious, I cried out loud in despair but continued walking down the lane.

My inside is in turmoil, I earnestly prayed to my Father to take the stead at my place. Bring the hypocrites below, lower than those that they stepped down at the bottom. Their trust is in human hand, mine is from the Almighty. My Lord, take my tears and let it move Your hand towards them, make my prayer be heard for they have poked the apple of your eyes. Hear the prayer of your children, I beg for your mercy. Let my heart not be troubled for You are with me.

I reached the seashore on a sunset. There were people delightfully hanging out. Children were playing and others were busy doing their stuff. Suddenly, voice of fear was all around. The place was swallowed by big waves. It was a tsunami! It ate the people alive. I ran as fast as I could. I was spared from the waves with few survivors, I went to a place where someone I knew fed the people who survived. They helped those who are weak and wounded. Kind hearts still exist in a devastated land. I went to a nearby place that was struck not long ago, hoping to find familiar faces who maybe survived but cold bodies are just unbearable to watch. With just a snap, I woke up and my dream ended just like that. 


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