Dreams In The Night
Though I didn’t know where I was, it didn’t really seem to bother me so,
But isn’t that the way with dreams, that during the night silently come and go.
As I recall it, I was looking for happiness, contentment, tranquillity,
And consequently, trying to find folk who could direct me accordingly.
I noticed some people coming my way, smiling broadly, clearly friendly,
So I stopped to say, “Hello,” and then asked if they could kindly enlighten me.
I mentioned I was trying to find happiness, contentment, tranquillity,
And they pointed in the direction they’d come, which didn’t seem quite right to me.
However, they seemed to be au fait with such requests and such territory,
So I listened to their detailed and generous directions, carefully.
They seemed to notice I was looking puzzled but continued talking anyway,
Reassuring me with their confidence and calm manner that they knew the way.
What they mentioned sounded very familiar, too familiar, actually,
But how could I argue given my ignorance (rather embarrassingly)?
So I continued to listen to them taking note of everything they said,
Determined that despite my misgivings I’d heed their advice, and push ahead.
“Keep going ’till you get to Downsville,” they said, “Then turn right at Misery Street,
It goes for quite some distance, and along the way many hurting folk you’ll meet.
You’ll pass Heartbreak Hotel, Anguish Lodge, Grief Hall, Struggle Inn, Depression Alley,
And along the way you’ll see sadness, distress, things that won’t make sense, probably."
“When you get to the end of Misery Street, turn left at Troubled Boulevard,
It’s a pretty battered neighbourhood where you’ll see wounds, scars, folk doing things hard.
Next turn left at Woe Street, passing Downcast Dumps, Dire Straits, and taking Sorrows Lane,
Where you’ll see folk going through mishaps, trials, set backs, hardships, upsets, loss and pain.”
“Whoa!,” I said, feeling sure that they must be wrong. “I think you’re misdirecting me.
May I remind you I’m trying to find happiness, contentment, tranquillity?”
They smiled knowingly, “You will, if sincere, for the very thing you need to see
Is that such are discovered when one’s ministering in such territory.”
By Lance Landall
The following poem contains Christian references.
Grant Me Heaps!
(A prayer, if I may)
Dear God up in Heaven, please make me wealthy — I mean, seriously wealthy,
And then keep it coming, though not for my sake, but for others, and urgently!
You see, there’s so much that I could do to ease the misery of so many,
And on whose behalf I sorely beg — yes, please make me seriously wealthy.
I give my word that I’ll not use such for myself, other than where I have need,
Like a humble home, say, (for I’ve none), and that from bills and debt I may be freed.
Yes, never for selfish indulgence, for there’s so many suffering today,
Yes, anxious and hurting people that I could help, if You’ll just send millions my way.
I want to do what most who’ve wealth do not do — that is, share ninety nine percent,
But I can only do such, if amidst Your plans and daily rule, You so consent.
I’m angry that so many die, that so many suffer, live in poverty,
While those who have so much dispense so little, if any, very selfishly.
Yes, make me wealthy, and please keep it coming — fill my cup each time it’s emptied,
And please respond with urgency, for down here on Earth, dear God, there’s so much need.
I don’t want wealth for wealth’s sake, and I don’t want wealth for me, so please, grant me heaps!
For in times like these, only someone heartless, such wealth squanders and Scrooge-like keeps.
By Lance Landall
