Take Heed of the Dream
Take Heed of the Dream angel stories
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The Poems of a Rainbow World, 7th Segment - having given up on life, Adriel is visited by an angel who tries to inspire him and help him reach his dream.

Take Heed of the Dream

Take Heed of the Dream Take Heed of the Dream

Take Heed of the Dream Take Heed of the Dream Take Heed of the Dream

Take Heed of the Dream Take Heed of the Dream Take Heed of the Dream Take Heed of the Dream

“Who are you?” I whisper to the gleaming warmth, She stands apt like an ethereal marvel called forth;

To bring peace on green pastures,

To bring peace on green pastures, Waters with heavenly dew of mercy

To bring peace on green pastures, Waters with heavenly dew of mercy And an effulgent star that would brighten the world

Watching my flaccid body, she pitches her woo, “My grace is sufficient for you,

Watching my flaccid body, she pitches her woo, “My grace is sufficient for you, For my power is made perfect in weakness.” My flesh is strong but my spirit in meekness,

I am the wilted leaves and the dried roots, A deficiency in existence, strange and abstruse,

I am the wilted leaves and the dried roots, A deficiency in existence, strange and abstruse, I am the fluttering albatross, the bane to good, I am redundant and nothing, the deadwood,

“Take heed of the dream,” she whispers, Taking my frail hand to cure the blisters,

I hear the toiling bell, It’s eerie knell,

And my cry meets the melody of the band, This nightmare tortures me where I stand,

My father,

My father, a rebel and hero,

My father, a rebel and hero, goes into the ground,

My father, a rebel and hero, goes into the ground, My mother,

My father, a rebel and hero, goes into the ground, My mother, the nonpareil lady,

My father, a rebel and hero, goes into the ground, My mother, the nonpareil lady, fed to the hound,

Me,

Me, the failure,

Me, the failure, just hides, hides, hides,

And the angel confides;

And the angel confides; “The soul of the sluggard craves and gets nothing” Out of her shadow pass, I hear the mourning,

Rebels tap me on the shoulder, “sorry for your loss,” But say, “your father died on the cross,

Rebels tap me on the shoulder, “sorry for your loss,” But say, “your father died on the cross, A good man, alas the apple has fallen far from the tree,” I look at his catafalque, and ask “is this what I ought to be?”

“Nay,” says the angel, “children shall not be put to death,

“Nay,” says the angel, “children shall not be put to death, Nay, not of their fathers, but only if they waste breath.”

"The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children."

"The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children." "The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children."

"The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children." "The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children." "The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children."

"The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children." "The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children." "The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children." "The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children."

"The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children." "The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children." "The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children." "The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children." "The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children."

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