© 1995 copyright, Joyce E. Russell

A Dream of New Jerusalem  

My soul awoke to music.
Oh, so sweet yet still.
My spirit leaped within
my breast, as if a child reborn.
The Gates of Pearl flung open wide, no need to lock you see,
for the Great Deceiver,
Beelzebub is gone.
I chose the gate of Judah
to enter within.  My feet were
light and I could fly and
leap like a gazelle.
 
The streets were gold, yet transparent, a sight beyond compare.
I saw children dancing
in the streets, hanging
nosegays on each gate
and holding banners high, 
Jerusalem - The Lord Is Here!
 
I seemed to know each one,
and yet, we had not met, all
the saints gone on before
us in ages past, Saint Peter
and Saint Paul.

I saw Dorcas and the scars
upon there hands, and yet
the scars were gone.
No lame here.  No Blind.
Each one was whole.