The Old Man Dreams

I’m still dreaming yeah, I’m only dreaming.

But Reality knocks and I’ll heed the call

My flesh is weak but my soul it is beaming

This mortal vale's not unlike Jericho’s wall.

Love pouring down is more than a dream

It touches the spirit- hear  it slowly speak

It’s the essence of all that is seen and unseen

It’s the providence that empowers the weak

My concepts will follow a coherent scheme

In a place that  is more than a dream

To  enfold a vision of  glory supreme

In a place that  is more than a dream

Then I’ll raise my voice with the cherubim

In a place that  is more than a dream

In a place that  is more than a dream

In a place that  is more than a dream

The darkness is wailing and now it is screaming 

But the dream is now clear for mercy is great

I am an old man and yet I’m still dreaming

But I shall take refuge in the light while I wait.

So fantasy fades and reality beckons

And the mundane’s much more than it may seem

It avails to the pilgrim who will choose to reckon

The righteous root of an old man’s dream

My concepts will follow a coherent scheme

In a place that  is more than a dream

To  enfold a vision of  glory supreme

In a place that  is more than a dream

Then I’ll raise my voice with the cherubim

In a place that  is more than a dream

In a place that  is more than a dream

In a place that  is more than a dream

May 5, 2024

Anthony Foster