I once dreamt of a world

where sensitivity engendered inhibitions

and hopes and dreams dashed to the ground

purpose and meaning were sought

through one night stands

and quick fixes on narcotics

children wept till early morning

as they watched their parents willfully take their own lives

and parents watched as their children were

raped, drugged, and forced into the evils of war

A world where empty dreams and lost hope

only bread more empty dreams and lost hope

I watched as greed and power motivated

longing souls to kill and conquer-and destroy

I watched the deep longing in men and women

never be quenched by more possessions

It was a world where selfishness only led to isolation

and the few lights still shining

were fighting the struggle to be dim

from discouragement and temptation

I cried out and mourned for this world

that had long ago

closed their eyes and ears to the truth

I ached to tell them of how all of their efforts

are simply futile when their search is only for self-satisfaction

If only they would listen...

Their inhibitions would quickly fade

as their hopes and dreams are restored

purpose would soon be found

by the One who dries every tear

longings would be satisfied by the light that can never dim

the light that heals all wounds

and mends the broken hearts

I cried out and screamed

with all the life within me

I awakened to find this was not a dream

but the terror-filled world that lives

with eyes wide shut

was my world

and it still couldn't hear

and still couldn't see the light

shining in.

*(Yes, I know. Depressing. Sometimes I feel like you have to have things dealt to you in a very real, very raw unashamed way to truly have your eyes opened. Also, in reference to the world- I don't mean every person. I mean the world in general. The lights that are shining- keep on shining. Shine brighter and brighter until people can't do anything but open their eyes to the exposed truth of Christ.)