Through My DreamsA Poem by Erica RossWhen God really wants to talk to me
Every now and again, when God really needs to get through to me, He comes through my dreams
See most days I hear him in my head; talking freely like, "Go here, don't do this. Don't say that." But when He comes through my dreams, I know that He is mad or trying to get my attention badly. His messages are images of things that I already know or have been thinking about, but while I'm out in the world, I tend to throw them out. And God knows that I am a hard-headed soul. That's why he comes through my dreams, because I never listen. I have to see it to believe it, or I just feel like whatever it is, I already know. He says, "Erica, you're on the right path, but right now you're walking that path on the side of the road." Which means it's gonna be awkward for you to reach the goals that I have for you to reach. "Get back on track, cause this is the only time you won't get ran over by freely walking through the street. And do you know why? Because you're walking with me." And I feel so ashamed of the dream he showed me. It's like I've joined the latest cult, doing things that they do for publicity. He said to me, "You smile because you do some of those things that they do on the tv. You even have the audacity to sometimes say, "Yeah that's me." The dream he showed me depicts enslavement, death, and self-destruction. And the trippy part is where the trouble came from.. My tongue. I know they say be careful of what you think. But through my dreams, He says.. Be careful of what you speak. For life and death is more up to us than we think. © 2012 Erica RossAuthor's Note
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