The Secret Place (A Soldier’s Dream)
Last night I dreamed I was home again,
Away from the fear and strife,
Back to the place where my loved ones wait
And keep vigil for my life.
I looked around, from the eastside aisle.
I clearly was not alone.
Though no one noticed me, yet I stood
Surrounded by living stones.
The church was full; people rose to sing.
I searched for a place to sit.
Just one seat empty, but left behind
This coat looked a perfect fit.
I moved to take the spot there for me,
And sat in the coat’s embrace.
Such warmth it gave as it wrapped me ‘round,
What comfort, what peace and grace!
The white-haired warriors, frail but strong,
Raised voices in songs of praise.
Their stance, so straight, seemed beyond assault,
Their hedge blocked the devil’s plays.
Just like that coat, prayer enveloped me.
I knew from this erstwhile dream,
I did not go to the fight alone.
With me, God sent hosts unseen.
Though I am a soldier far from home,
In step with my own platoon,
He covers me, as my people pray,
Secure in His sure cocoon.
Poem based on an actual dream I had after my reserve unit was mobilized for Desert Storm.
Many of us carried a small devotional book prepared for the troops based on Psalm 91.
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