TAKE TIME TO DREAM GOD’S DREAM

Take time to dream God’s dream.
It is not enough to study it,
nor to memorize it.
Take time to see it in your mind’s eye.
Dream it a little while.
Lay back your head into the clouds of it.
Can you see glory and beauty everywhere;
every soul wise and radiant with love?
Imagine people so passionately simple,
so alive to spirit and sense
that all they want is time
to taste eternity in everything.
Can you see people naturally putting their hands
on each other for healing and the lame leaping,
the blind seeing?
Imagine all animals loving each other
and wild beasts playing with children.
Can you see the skies opening
with billions of angels everywhere?
Can you see love happening?
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Take time. Shush… Dream it a little while.

HOLY CREATION WAS IN A TRANCE

Holy creation was in a trance
until we poured our souls to the sky
and down upon stones
to let them sink into earth.
When we became true,
clear thoughts rang out
of our minds like bells
to resonate within
the glassy foundations of God.
And the Lord came, even as His people
had long dreamt it would be!
Then a throng, painted like the birds of Brazil
and clothed in feathers,
danced out of every tree
as clouds shape-shifted into white horses!
And souls melted into a liquid tenderness
and ascended to the blue skies
to ride great energetic winds to the north
and to the south singing prophecies
until from the east golden souls came
and fell upon the western world
as bright, white tears amidst rain.
And the earth drank up our souls at last
into its somber, grieving bosom,
then spilled us out of bright fountainheads
so that we might bound naked
and laughing down to the foam of the sea
to murmur there awhile amongst barnacles and fish
— until, simmered in the sun,
we arose together naturally, laughing our prayers
all over the skies.

To Poems on Wild Christ Site

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About Blake Steele

I am a poet, writer, workshop leader, recording artist... half monk, half pirate, passionate for Life and Love to triumph in the world. I'm American by birth, but am living in Sweden for a while: writing, growing, deepening with amazing, open-hearted people, as well as developing Wild Words Creative Writing Classes and Wild Souls Workshops around the world.
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