Life Is But A Dream
I slept very well last night;
at least, so it would seem;
nothing at all, came out right;
at least, it was only a dream.
Mind occupied; while, body slept;
but, how could I ever tell;
the body perspired; the eyes wept;
for the mind had visited hell.
Some dreams are created within;
others are whispered from above;
tho I can’t say how dreams begin;
each one, is monitored by Love.
God is tuned in, to everyone’s thought;
hearing thoughts, as tho spoken aloud;
to Him, everyone’s thinking is brought;
for God is the original computer cloud.
Not one of our errant thoughts pass by;
without receiving the Father’s attention;
when someone bothers to laugh or cry;
God hears all, from another dimension.
Does God only listen, when we’re dreaming;
and our thoughts are, clearly, out of control?
Or, is He aware when I’ve been scheming;
and making devious plans for the soul?
Life is an never ending Journey, or path;
dreams are detours along life’s ways;
life is a dream that soon will pass;
eternity is the dream that stays.
Monty 5/21/22. # 1,129