
I had a strange dream, in a strangely familiar place,
Walking in silence through empty old hallways.
A sacred space hidden deep in my soul I chase –
I felt peace… yet confused. Why am I here? What’s this space?
Life lately has never been easy, as I journeyed this road,
Detours, diverging paths, and crossroads heavily snowed.
Fog thick around me, and rain endlessly pouring,
While the sky flashes with thunder, relentless and roaring.
I must find my faith – keep driving, trusting peace will find me with ease.
As I closed my eyes for just a second, time seemed to freeze.
I returned to that mysterious dream, but this time I stood at a deep well –
Looking down… a sudden splash – then a voice of the Divine began to swell.
God always finds a way to send His message – though often puzzling.
He knows when we’re sinking… He sees when we’re drowning.
That dream reminded me: He’s just behind, quietly waiting.
He will never abandon – His eyes forever watching.
That Holy Bible rising, dripping with such sweet grace,
A sign from above in that quiet place.
Now I rise too – no longer blind,
With peace in my heart and soul, and God on my mind.
This poem came from a dream I had last night — not just an ordinary one, but something that made me pause and reflect deeply. The image here is what I saw in that dream: a Holy Bible rising from the water of a deep well. It felt like God was gently reminding me that even in silence, even in storms, He is near. Through this poem, I tried to capture what my soul saw and felt. May it speak to anyone else who’s quietly searching for peace, for answers, or for a moment of divine light in the dark.
~Nodz






























