MY SHROUD

The following poem is based upon a dream I had ten years ago. I was only home from the hospital a couple of days after having quadruple bypass surgery. I fell asleep in a recliner. I dreamed I went to a play at Prescott Fine Arts Association. During intermission I stepped outside to get a breath of fresh air. There was a misty rain. Suddenly, I found myself in an ambulance with siren wailing. An oxygen mask was over my nose and mouth. I was talking with the Lord, saying, “Lord I can’t go, Sharon needs me.” He responded, “Don’t worry I will take care of her.”
Then I felt myself being sucked up through the oxygen mask. I was swirling upward in a rainbow shroud of beautiful indescribably rich, soft colors. My voice changed. I found myself singing praises to my Lord. I awoke but the dream lingers in my heart.
Later, in Revelation 4:2 & 3, I read: “And immediately I was in the spirit: and, behold, a throne was set in heaven, and one sat on the throne. And he that sat was to look upon like a jasper and a sardine stone: and there was a rainbow round about the throne, in sight like unto an emerald.”
What a future to look forward to. While still abiding here may we ever be conscious of His presence in our hearts. He will never leave nor forsake us. Remember His rainbow of promise.

MY SHROUD

My shroud is a swirling rainbow,
Enfolds me in God’s light.
The colors are overwhelming,
‘Tis a glorious sight.

The hues are illuminating,
Soft colors I behold.
I am swept around inside them,
Their beauty can’t be told.

I can feel myself rotating,
My soul is Heaven bound,
My vocal cords have been renewed,
I sing the glory sound.

Alleluia in the highest,
All glory to His name.
I can hear the Heavenly chorus,
His praises we acclaim.

Behind the towering throne of God,
A rainbow I can see.
I need not fear the shroud of death,
His love encircles me!

Don E. Cunningham, P.O.P. ©9/2/09