Beyond The Astral Plane

From books I'd read, I learnt so much That I thought I was wise... But all at once felt out of touch When looked at through God's eyes... One night upon the Astral Plane Where I would sometimes go, My spirit slowly seemed to drain... How come? I didn't know. I'd left the Earth to gaze at stars, The distant suns so bright And watched the shooting stars that pass Across the darkest night... I swam with dolphins there in space, Beyond their seas and pools... While angels sang with utmost grace, Observing all the rules... But then I heard God's holy voice! He whispered, 'Calvary... Forget these visions and their joys... Repent and pray to Me...' Then I saw Christ once crucified! And oh, what tears I wept... The Astral Plane no more was tried... For wiser truth I kept... The Astral Plane? It merely drifts... With Christ it can't compare! The Holy Spirit grants His gifts, Eternity to share... I've dreamt of Christ... I've seen His love... There's so much to discuss! He lives on Earth, He lives above... To think, Christ died for us... Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2011. The poem goes beyond the poetry of Dave Alan Walker. His poem, Astral Plane, is on the poemhunter website.