My Dreams

This is not a poem, just a blog... I have had dreams about water every night, for the past year. In some dreams its a lake, in others the ocean... Sometimes the water is rough and there are waves that tower over me and crash on the rocks. Sometimes, it is calm but still very powerful and scary to me. I know that people say that dreams mean nothing, but I know that the water aspect of my dream meant something. So I prayed, and today a year after these dreams started, I received an answer from God about a part of the meaning of the water.

The Water, represents the Word of God. In my dreams, the Water always felt the same, no matter what form it took. The Bible uses water in many forms, springing life, troubled fountain, a cleansing agent... But the Water represented the Word itself in my dream. Like, in some dreams, I would just shy away from the water, or watch in awe as it slammed against these rocks jutting out of the sea. Sometimes I would fall in, and swim like crazy to get out. It struck me when God said to me what the Water represented in my dream. He said that even though someone falls into the water, it does not mean that they are cleansed by the washing of the Water. The Word has to be in me, not the other way around. 

God will do a perfect work in my life, no amount of me diving in head first will quicken it or make it more perfect. In the NT, perfect meant to be complete or to fulfill a purpose; not just like perfect the way that we understand it today. I think that when I try to force things, everything gets messed up and I sink and I have come close to drowning. But, by allowing Him to wash over and through me, things will happen, and when they do, it will be genuine- tried and true. 

Rage

My fists are clenched and I see nothing but red;
Rage against the dying of the light;
The tears flow freely there's a pounding in my head;
Rage, unbridled rage!
My spirit groans with words too deep to utter;
Rage such blinding rage;
My screams of agony end in a sputter;
I fall to my knees as weakness suddenly hits;
When oh God will you put an end to the wicked?
I have faith in your word but the majority is lacking
And their knowledge of you a facade with no backing
I'm angry at the injustice that our own laws create
Rather than unify they divide and separate;
No longer are morals a basis for society;
Rather relativists believe no good can come from exercising piety;
I am mad, I am furious, livid at the darkness that is creeping in. 
The dying of the light, the fire, borne by the masses willing confusion.
And the light of truth and enlightenment is 
dipping below the distant horizon;
"Wait!" I call out 
but its too late and its dark now;
And they cry and teeth gnash and they wail to be saved 
by a Savior that came and said repent before its too late!
But still we go blind at war flesh and spirit; 
In enmity with one another sometimes even 
contradictions are the answer to our questions 
like 'it is but it isn't?'
We have trampled on what we once beheld as sacred
Nothing is off limits as long as its in moderation, 
like, who are we kidding?
I am offended at the devils very audacity; 
so subtle yet bold he stay setting traps for me; 
and sometimes I trip and sometimes I fall, 
but the miraculous wonders of Grace intersperses through it all, 
and I'm suddenly aware that I am NO good but He is only good
 and for some reason He has Mercy on me? 
So why don't I act like I need it sometimes? 
And why do they act like they don't even realize what it is?
 I'm tripping, man, don't tell me to relax! 
Don't you feel the urgency of our current state, 
my very heart aches when I see children's lives go to waste! 
Dealing dope like its cool, and the pain that can be avoided,
 is instead embraced as if their destiny pointed 
them in that direction! What a compass, 
their lives encompass the darkness 
that the media spoon feeds to the masses 
and I am so filled with Rage! 
Rage because the light is not dying we are dying to the light! 
Blissfully ignorant 
our minds lay dormant to the callings on our lives. 
The sandman's glued our eyes, our lack of faith is our demise; 
and I cry.