Dream of a Dying Man

Abstract

Patient yet longing

My vagrant soul left this shirt of existence

And rose to its journey westward.

Roads to beloved were burdened with sins and dangers-

Frightening deserts, turbulent sands,

Weary clouds, Erupting mountains

And only camel milk to drink.

I make it through the storms changed and scarred-

All remains intact but my fear and my doubts

Clear skies, Unveiled luminous world,

Circling galaxies, watchful stars.

Peace, knowledge,

Truth attained through grief

My sins exonerated

by the wind-

shaped as Mary holding a child

Without pride, I arrive at the gate-

There is no key to His door.

It opens to the house of love-

Witnessing the magnificent

sight of the invisible.

I kneel in silence,

My head on a rock-

At last, there is home