Well Done
by Shonita Stevenson 7/13/93, Belmont Shore, CA
Catagory: Volume 1, Issue 7 and 8 July/August 1999
I caught a Glimpse of you in a Dream
I thought it was yesterday.
It was somewhere in a closed room of
colored walls and a white pearl floor.
Music played from a harp and a sound
that placed you into a ballet dance.
The harp created sounds of many strings with one solid stroke.
I stood there watching from the corner
of the room and you entered
With a smile.
A smile so sweet, you asked for a dance and to take your hand, your words I still hear
and the music played and we danced.
Angels shared in the joy of dance
and pranced and skipped
and more musical instruments
filled this room.
You suddenly stopped! The music also stopped! You, Lord. In the middle of the floor and a tear dropped from your eye and these words spoken out of your mouth, yet longing to be heard. I was just a witness but not surprised.
It may have seemed that the clouds above were blocking the sunlight from reaching the beauty of your face and you reached your outstretched arms toward heaven, and the clouds moved. Yet, sunlight rays filled this place.
Your words so clear like spring water from a mountain said, “ So Let My Will Be Done”.
And let the people say, Well Done! Amen.
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