I wrote this in 1999, was thinking about it today, wanted to share it:)
Dreaming of Faith
By: Angie Sarich
From the mountainside I hear him call my name
My every breath becomes quite shaky.
He continues to call my name over and over again
“ Come to me my child, there is nothing bad to fear on top of this mountain,
I want to give you a gift, a special one, because you are special.”
I grab onto the ice-cold rocks trying to start my journey.
The rocks suddenly turn to dust and fall to the ground beneath me.
“ Oh Lord, I want to find out my special gift, but it’s impossible, the rocks, they keep falling.”
“ My child, you can come, fear nothing, and I shall help you.”
I grab onto another rock, and find it’s sturdy and possible to climb.
He speaks to me again
“ My child, keep climbing.”
I do the air below zero
For some reason I choose not to care
I keep climbing
Surpassing many obstacles in my path
Halfway a black snake attacked me
It crawled up my arms and down my waist to my feet.
I managed to shake it away.
I heard whispering from my soul
“ He is my rock, and I will not be shaken.”
I finally reach the top
I look for the Lord’s presence of him
Only to find
An empty chest
“ What’s this oh my Lord, have I been punished?”
“ My dear child, I give you no punishment, for this chest is a very special gift, it is for your dreams and desires, keep them in this box and they shall never be forgotten.”
I hesitate in confusion
“ How do I put something so abstract, in a chest?”
“ All things are possible my child.”
I try to desperately understand his words
“ Dear child, this box is not for permanence, you see, when you know your heart is strong enough to believe in yourself as much as you believe in me, then those dreams and desires you have won’t need to be kept in a box, because you’ll keep them at close hand everyday, to make them reality.”
I fall to my knees
“ Am I strong enough now?”
“ In good time, when you know without having to ask, that will be the time.”
I leave the mountain top, and when I reach the bottom clouds thicken and it begins to storm
I am able to see a faint rainbow
I think to myself
“ How cool it would be if the rainbow could over power the storm.”
A little color couldn’t hurt
I guess a little faith can’t hurt me either.
So maybe “ All things are possible.”
“We Christians…can be mirrors that brightly reflect the glory of the Lord. And as the Spirit of the Lord works within us, we become more and more like him.”
2 Corinthians 3:18 TLB