The Dream

You Matter


A dream

Rather a nightmare


The dream began in the times of castles

peasants

Open air markets


In tattered clothing

One layer, a sackcloth dress

Unkempt hair long that the face can hide under

The face downcast

intentionally trying

Not to be noticed

If I looked as plain as possible

If I do not make eye contact

If I do not speak

This is what hiding looks like


Then I see him of whom I had escaped

Waltz in through the city wall

he strode proud

Arrogant

his eyes searching for his possession


he didn’t like it when one got away

he was searching for his captive

his possession

The one he used as he pleased

And he pleased simply to torture


My eyes, while seeming to be looking

At the market stalls

As if I could purchase the goods there

Were much more aware of what was around me

To see him

Before he could see me


I did

I saw him stride in through the gate to the castle keep

To claim his lost possession

his escaped prisoner

me


As I saw him I began to gently

Gingerly

Move closer to the castle

Further up and further in

More people up closer

More places to disappear


Dusk was growing

I came upon a fire

One child was bullying another

I interrupted my flight to separate them

To rescue the downtrodden


But it was too long

My torturer had come as far as I

he sees me

his steps turn straight towards me


Adrenalin fuels my pace to the castle

There is a door on the side

In the dark

I slip in  

I think I am safe

he won’t venture here

I breathe again

I begin to walk along a corridor


My heart drops

When I see

he sees me

Like a modern storefront

A wall of glass is between he and me

he is keeping pace with me

A sardonic smile at his lips


Flight takes hold of me and I run


I find a stair and I bolt into its darkness

As far as I can get is my goal

The tallest spire of the castle

Is what I have found

Soon I am at the door in the room at the very top


As my hand is on the latch

And the propulsion of my flight

Is pressing me through the door

My mind ignites

This room is at the front of the castle

This room has a balcony

This way he will come, not through a door


On the other side of this door

Will be right into his arms


Terror like none I’ve ever known

pulses through my veins

I cannot now stop my headless plunge


As I fall through the door

Who do I see instead?

Kneeling on His battle worn sword

Is my Savior

His head is bowed


My mind reels

No torturer?


An awakening amidst my reeling

No My torture will never

Own me again


My pounding heart and gasping breathe

Terror wakes me


After the first griping of myself

That I am not taken

That I am safe


I feel distraught


Why did not my Savior look

At me?


The question accuses me


Did He think me

Too dirty

Having come in from hiding

From living rough


Did He think me too plain

To be bothered with


Did he think, why was the door open

So all could come in?


He thought none of this

But I did


All this and worse have I believed

Of Him


I didn’t believe You Jesus

Who is Father

Who too is Holy Spirit

Would look at me


But You did


And You came

To rescue me


And You still do

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