Now we see the cross at Lurkeley Hill after images of a
Shroud and the language of Jesus written in the fields. In
these fields they are writing the history of man using
signs. I believe it is with this sign we shall conquer.
The Dream
One night of grief and
sadness in broken dreams I slept.
Then peacefully and gently
into my mind this vision swept.
Now I was standing, adrift
and alone
In grace and full glory as
the moon shone.
A sight never viewed before
mine eyes
As up swiftly into the clouds
I did fly.
My heart quietly
beating, then be it to quicken,
This vision told of the
reality of which I was now stricken.
I saw Jesus on the cross,
limbs bare of no defence,
On his head a crown of
thorns, every muscle so tense.
His glance to my eye offered
thoughts I could see;
"Gaze each outstretched arm,
now my hands set free."
He told me these truths, his
might shed no end;
"Each nail not of wood, that
my blood was shed.
'tis the metal that bleeds
you, ne'er to release these chains"
His crowns piercing thorns
gave insight
To the barrier of the
blood-brain.
"Ask and ye shall receive",
he said.
But 'twas for mercy on my
knees I plead.
Then my heart silenced its
tears filled my eyes,
"This knowledge be known, for
now is the time."
Then to him said I, "It has
always been you
To suffer and die as the
lamb,
Giving purpose and freedom to
man.
Why did the father in heaven
choose you
as the example for all who
were but to lose?"
Then he answered in thought
"It is you his begot.....
That I might die saving those
to follow,
Preparing your path, setting
the table.
Walk not in fear, love will
guide your way.
I will always be with you,
all lambs do stray."
Then he said, "True
sight is not seen with the appendage of the eye.
It is that which lies
hidden as you gaze deep inside."
Then I awoke to begin a new.
The day my childhood dreams
came true.
Blanche McLanahan
