rowan lore

the traveler

i stumbled across a smoke filled sky
and grabbed on to the crescent moon;

i released my grip and drifted down
my body pierced through a passing cloud;

angels practiced their psalms to Him
their voices gave me warmth in the void;

distant drums were marching below
bagpipes screamed out mournful woes;

another soul is crossing over to the other realm
his life will be judged by the One who knows;

will he be good enough to dwell in the Kingdom
and strong enough to fight in God’s army;

or will he be sent to the One below the Earth’s crust
to suffer and pray for a death that will never come;

i thought of man and how God gave him a choice
to live a life of sin or to live a life of goodwill;

as i approached the ground and felt the soft grass
i sighed from relief as I have since long travelled;

i sat by the river and rested my weary soul
the fruit of the tree I leaned upon smelled so sweet;

across the river was a land of lush green scenery
behind me an ancient building that stood alone on a hill;

strangers passed by but never spoke—just nodded
yet I knew their thoughts as if their words were heard;

the words were given in the ancient Hebrew tongue
of a time forthcoming from the one called the Son;

our days here are measured by grains of sand
not by the time that we’ve come to understand;

our lives are but a vapor in this vastness of life
our hearts hold the key to the new kingdom at hand;

live your life with love and hold no man in hate
you’ll be judged by your deeds and how you forgave;

God is love and love is God
have Him in your heart and all will follow.

©2011 rowan lore