The Dream
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: God authored the Bible, not me.
Mommy, I had the dream again
So much blood and pain
There were lots of mean people saying bad things to me
Worst of all, I was nailed to a tree.
Some ladies in full color array
At the edges of the crowd knelt to pray
One close friend followed me here
Into his keeping, I gave you, my mother dear.
Daddy orchestrated the events, you see,
A thief asked to come Home with me
Darkness covered the noonday sun
Daddy and I were no longer One.
Mommy, this dream I cannot bear
This hellish, futuristic nightmare.
Mommy, where are you taking me?
I guess you're right.
I need my sleep.