A Dream Discerned

Nebuchadnezzar once had a dream from Divinity’s realm
He was troubled by its significance and humbled by ignorance
He called his academy of spiritual arts, men of divers parts
Magicians, astrologers, sorcerers and chaldean pseudo-philosophers

They could not interpret the dream, for the king on a whim
Did not tell them his dream, so they had double trouble
They must recount it and interpret it or else they would be stubble

The King insisted on this and they were bemused and flabbergasted
They had hoped he will tell so that they could fabricate so well
With fair words and dark lies, interpreting as the crow flies

The King’s decree was death, to all the wise in the kingdom’s breadth
When Daniel heard of this, he knew this dart would not miss
So the quartet began to pray, that God would reveal the way
An escape from this temptation that could lead to wrongful execution

God who discerns thoughts, who finds where clues are not
Gave the dream and interpretation to Daniel and brought salvation
To the elect in captivity, not allowing them perish with the majority

The dream was about a great image with portents for age to age
The head was gold, the body was of silver, brass and iron twice told
For iron was twofold, first pure, then an unsure alloy of clay
Each metal represented one of the four great empires that would dominate
The Gentile dispensation – the fourth holds sway via clay to this day

Roots Of Deepest Impulses

Where there is a deep calling
There is a deep to respond
Where there is a longing
There is also a satisfying
Where there is a sincere seeking
There is a reward of receiving
The reason we strain for life
Is there is a life without
strife
When we see the sick battling
It tells of One who does healing
Every teardrop of pain and loss
Speaks of a land without a cross
No winged bird would have been born
Without a way to fly to the sun
The reason we want to know more
Means there is more to know for sure
Many men on earth hoard gold
Unwittingly pining for a city of riches untold
If the striving for things transient
Is a sad legacy of man’s celestial bent
Better to convert these surging urges
To the high calling of Him sent
To satisfy mankind’s thirst
By restoring Eden of the blessed