In Dreams...(Good Friday,2021)

In dreams, I walk alone along the ruined road Of forgotten meanings. The only sound I hear Is the incessant chirping of crickets. O woe To modern people who are filled with unknown fears; Who look for hints of paradise in commodities; Who turn away from the Light and dwell in darkness! I see the world become a wasteland in my dreams. I see the House of Love poisoned by foul serpents. I perceive flowers withering amidst concrete, Glass and steel. Nowhere is there sweet sanctuary To be found. I walk alone in the stifling heat, In arid deserts of bleached bones; where all's diseased. Verdant visions of Eden are soon ravaged by The teeth of dreadful night and then transmogrify Into Calvary. I'd like to lay down and die. But a force deep within me still wants to survive, And defy the corrupt orders ruling this place, Which, perhaps, will be redeemed by Mercy and Grace.