receive the interpretation even as I was in the dream. It was not full of symbolism like most dreams. The time and setting are not clear, but otherwise it seemed like some kind of intercession for an influential person. I have not referred to him in the poem by name. Who the man in the dream is will become obvious to the reader. If it doesn't then the whole of the dream will not make sense either. For those who do understand and regularly pray for this person, maybe this poem will offer some sort of insight into the spiritual battle we are facing together.
The Dream
Was it a dream,
or was I really there, in the Spirit, watching?
I saw a man come into the room.
Every eye was on him.
His demeanor was as always —
calm, confident, in charge, well dressed.
I knew if I went to him
no one but him could see me,
and he could not show any response.
He would know they couldn’t see me,
but he was always being watched.
I stepped into the scene and went up to
this man who was much taller than me.
I reached my arms around his chest.
I told him we were with him
and God was with us all.
I told him to keep standing strong.
I told him he was doing good,
but it was not about his goodness or strength.
I said the One who calmed the storm
supernaturally so long ago
will calm this storm we’re facing.
His peace will overpower
all the chaos and darkness raging.
I knew as I stood there,
with my arms around the man,
I represented many
and he represented many.
We stood there together knowing
that it’s not the beginning of the end.
It’s almost the end of the beginning
of a world beyond the storm.
They once said to him, “What storm?”
He had said, “You’ll see.”
Have we finally seen enough
to stand strong together in the eye of the storm?
Is that why, in the dream,
I was sent to stand with a man,
yes just a man,
but one who plays a part that’s key.
He represents those fighting
for those God wants to free.
We had lost our way until
we woke up being rescued
in a war we didn’t know we’d lost.
Thank you, Prince of Peace,
for your shalom shattering the storm
as you release many brave men
and fierce angelic hosts.
We stand together, holding each other
trusting God to hold us
through the last of the storm upon us.
Was it a dream,
or was I really there,
in some kind of war zone
when the man came in the room?
He wasn’t meant to come alone.
He saw us come around him,
and we all traded our strength for God’s.
Then I knew God will make this man invisible too,
and he will take no glory for the part he’s played
when God shows His power in a new astounding way
and everything is changed.
When God’s kingdom comes, His will is done.
History is for Him only to reset
because it is His story.
© by Margaret Westphal (Nov 6, 2023)