Fire Dream

A dazzling fire white flash Illumines deep into my night sky. I stare in amazed awe... As timidly I wonder, Am I - is anyone - ever ready to die? A question without answer, Perhaps the answer is without reason And therefore cannot find expression. Death - like this blinding light - stands before me, blazing. Neither can be denied; By way of such pondering I find closer to the light I am drawn, Or it to me - At the lights center now I see A spot fading just low enough for recognition, It is the size and shape of an ordinary door. Curiosity driven by desire to understand Holds at bay my fear of daunting death, So I move further into the great light, Toward the doorway - This closed door seems to beg me to open - open it or myself I am uncertain - Three feet from it's threshold I see It is a door of burning cold-fire, The knob solid gold... Without lock. From beyond the door I now hear music - very good music - My desire intensifies! As does the rhythm of my heart beats, Slowly I reach, and then grasp The golden knob... I awake! Lying in bed, in the darkness of night, Shaking, my mind roils, Vexing, what had it all meant? And where, and why, had it went? A felicitous vagary; an arduous vision; I do not know for certain. Only this from my enigmatic dream Do I comprehend: Death does truly await me, Perhaps though it is not to be quite so feared As I once believed. There may even be great joy and surprise On the other side of that effulgent doorway. I can only but trust God To, someday, open it for me, It is not mine to do. And For that, I am exceedingly grateful.