I dream one night

I dream one night
that I stand in front of the Creator
and flames lash glowing,
from His mighty throne.

There’s a black book in His hand
and I see Him writing something in it
and wonder what He is doing?

There’s peace and great angels
around His throne
and I am almost blinded,
by the sheer light of it all.

All around me every thing is white and pure
and I feel as if I can escape away,
to somewhere in the earth.

It’s terrible to be before One,
that reads every deed
and thought accurately
and His voice speaks in my head
and I watch Him while I shake with fear.

What do you want from Me?
Resounds immediately in my thoughts
and I see how I get angry with my brother
and I think,
teach me to love my fellow man
and when I suddenly wake up;
I see how the clock
ticks of the minutes before midnight.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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