An Encounter

In my deepest slumber
One cold night of December
I had this lucid dream
About my journey to heaven.

Waiting for me was a stairway
Standing on the ground majestically
I stared at it momentarily,
Hoping to find somebody.

Then I heard someone spoke
In a very calm tone,
“My child, come, climb up
You’re welcome in my home.”

I hesitated for a moment
Yet I took my first step
Slowly ascending, I
Panted and gasped for breath.

As I reached the summit
The Zephyr wind I felt
Touching my cold cheek
And weakened my feet.

“Where are you?” I said
“Don’t make me afraid”
“Trust my child, compose yourself,
You’re in my abode, so you’re safe.”

Together we wailed, and chuckled
On the many different stories told
Then to my surprise He asked me
If I live my life purposely.

I paused for a moment, and then I humbly said, “Oh, I never did,
For countless persons
I had offended and
Grudges I caused aren’t yet mended.”

He gave me a sigh
But he also smiled
Patted me at the back
And pointed me to the clock.

“Look at the time,” he commanded
“You don’t have much of it,
Better see them today
And be humble to say you’re sorry.”

I nodded in affirmation
Uncertain of my action
I turned my back on him
And headed to a descending direction.

“Wake up!” Shouted my mother
“Was it an awful dream, dear?”
“No, I encountered the Father
On top of the winding stair.”

My mother was stunned
Doubtful of what she heard
But my thoughts still soar high
‘Bout the mission I have to comply.