The Cloud Dream

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Eagles learn to fly,

Watching clouds go by,

And I lay in the grass,

Just watching them pass,

Wishing that I could soar high,

With the eagle in the blue sky,

All the pulling at my spirit,

Is a dream that will make me hear it,

There’s a blinding light at the bottom of a hole,

That light is the gleam of an ever- questing soul.

That old rugged cross

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There he lies on that old, rugged cross,

But his death is not in vain, a win, not a loss,

Even though he is bloodied, beaten, and broken,

‘Forgive them father,’ were the words he had spoken,

He is then buried, but only to rise,

And 2000 years later, every eye still cries,

But that old rugged cross stands strong,

As a symbol of good, and right, not wrong,

The cross, to the sick, will bring ease,

And can bring the strongest man to his knees,

One day, every head will be bowed,

And every tongue will shout loud,

In beautiful glory he will return,

But for now, that old cross is his urn,

There will always be death and evil the earth across,

But defiantly stands that old, rugged cross.

A man is trapped in a cage, in a dark dungeon. He can barely see his hand in front of his face. The man takes a step forward to explore the cage, but he is stopped. There is a chain wrapped around his leg. He struggles to get away, but the chain only gets tighter.

The man is tapped in this cell for years by this chain. The chain shapes him, his thoughts, and his soul. He no longer tries to break free. The chain becomes his one and only friend. The chain becomes pleasing to him. He considers the chain more important than him. Everything else, his life, family, friends, and everything that he used to care about becomes a faded reflection in his mind.

He sits in the silence, with his chain. All of a sudden, a glowing cloud appears. This cloud is very small, and its light dim, but it illuminates the entire room. The room is bare, with the cage in the center of it. Cold, steel walls are void of any windows or doors, there is a small hatch in the steel roof with a ladder sticking out of it. By the dim cloud, the man is entranced. The cloud spoke,

“I can set you free,” the flame said “But first you must break free from this chain that binds you.

“This chain is my only friend.” the man ” I can’t.”

“I will give you my strength, then you will set yourself free.” The cloud said. The man feels revitalized, and strong again. He struggles with the chain, and it tightens. The man wanted freedom, but he knows that breaking from the chain will be near impossible. The chain is addicting, like his own, personal brand of heroin. The chain turns into a war of two worlds in the man’s mind… It pleases, but tortures. The man wants nothing more than to go back to his family, but the chain has shaped him.

“I don’t know if I can,” the man tells the cloud

“Time is short.” the cloud says, then dissipates.

“Please, Don’t leave!” the man cries, but the cloud is not there. The room is dark again.The man struggles ever harder to break free from the chain. The chain gets painful for the man, and it breaks skin. Then the man realizes that he must sever his leg if he wants to get free.

The man struggles with the chain harder then ever, it still tortures, but it still pleases him. The man does not want to break free, but he knows he must to be free The man pulls on the chain and his leg. He hears a loud pop, and a rush of pain flows through is body. The man broke his leg. He cries out in pain, but he does not stop with his mission, he pulls on. Another rush of pain, then numbness. His leg is gone from the knee down. He crawls out of the cage.

“You have done well, my son.” the cloud reappeared.

“Thank you, savior.” The man said.

“I will give you a new leg, and a new chain, but you will be chained to my spirit. You will no longer suffer. Go into the world and tell of your victory, so that I may help others.” The cloud said.

“I will, savior, thank you. I wear this chain with pride.” The man said.