by Sarah Earlene Shere, ©2024
(Aug. 30, 2024) — Upon a dream one came to me with mysteries so deep,
And poured them up into my pen and urged me, “Let them sleep,”
“Until a time that God knows best; He’ll pour them out again,
And open doors, you saw once closed, to blessings without end.”
So thus I kept my pen locked tight, until the seal opened,
Then watched, with wonder, as the words revealed the truths unspoken.
Here, reader, now before you stands a humble scribe and poet,
With revelation given me and seeds that I may sow it.
One will plant, another water, and still a third will reap,
But “one” we’ll be on that bright Day and never more shall weep.