At night,
from time to time...
i see myself flying.
Flying so high that I become afraid of the landing that I might have.
Not a landing that i should have
(something safe and sound)
but a landing inside the unknown.
Once I've awakened
and I have my dream state to the appropriate place,
i often just sit and wonder...,
am i prepared to die?
oh hell no, not I..., and why do I fly..,
and when i fly, why so very high?
Why don't I ever recall a landing?
When that is of course my greatest fear...,
or have i found the place called
Purgatory?
Why cant i just land..,
On Earth, just once?
I return to this flight in my dreams at night
and all I ever want to do is land,
and I think that I sould just try to remain calm
and while i'm in flight,
try to just enjoy this ride into my fright.
I am for sure that I love God and that God loves me,
so i should just be able to enjoy a nice flight...,
right?
Then I recall those Footsteps and
how ugly Gods beauty really is..,
and I have to ask myself,
am i prepared to die?
DWHopkins
9/18/2025
-
Author:
D.W.Hopkins (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 18th, 2025 17:45
- Comment from author about the poem: dreams are always so magical .
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 6
Offline)
Comments2
A most interesting dream and with it fright. Are not most people afraid to die? Well written
im mostly just afraid of the act of dying but im at rest with death .., i hope that s the way it supposed to be at least..., we will just have to wait and see.
thank you for the feed back .....you seem to be my biggest fan thus far . thanks again you keep me going!
You are most welcome it is my pleasure
We're just sojourners until we get our wings!
100% agree thanks for the reading and the feedback...
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.