SAILING WITH CAPTAIN YESHUA
Sleep overcame my tired eyes and you lulled me to blissful slumber,
The stress and sorrow of a busy day dissolved away into sweet unconsciousness.
When before my eyes I beheld a land in decay and sorrow,
Streets filled with anger and distrust; a place of foreboding woe.
In the distance a ship, one of beauty and fine craftsmanship,
A sound looking vessel adorned with sails of a purest white material.
With destination unknown, I approach this fine ship, wondering, praying,
Should I trust my being to the operator, is He trustworthy, is he skilled at sailing?
A glance at where I have come from causes me to move forward,
I cannot go back to such a horrid place, returning to utter misery and fear.
Standing at the gangplank I question the crew, I have to know, what price?
The Captain, with hair of white and a beard to match answers my call,
In ever so soft but firm speech he speaks words that cause me to listen in awe;
I’ve paid your fare is the reply I hear from this wondrous looking seaman.
I knew you were coming, even before I built this incredible vessel.
Just one thing you need he says; believe that I have done this for you.
Feeling an irresistible urge to believe this man, and terms agreed, I board.
The ship sets sail with many others who are guests like myself,
Men, women, young and old, of all the families of earth and all tongues,
All united in our captain and trusting him on our journey to a better land.
We’re told of a land flowing with milk and honey, with streams of living water,
A place where where this is no sickness, sorrow or death, a place called heaven.
It seemed like the space of a lifetime passed in just a few seconds,
We were young, then old then infirm and then came the great barrier;
Something that loomed in front of the ship, a dark mist, foreboding,
A mystery we somehow all expected but somehow all hoped to avoid.
Fear not, the Captain cried out, as if anticipating what we all found apprehensive.
Trust in me and the mist will turn into a white cloud of joy, into a blue sky of bliss.
We could not resist His words, spoken with such authority; a voice of experience.
And when the ship passed through the mist we were immediately at our destination.
Before us was a city with walls made of jewels, its height reaching far into the sky.
The gates of the city were also jewels but were open for all who reached this expanse.
The flowers along the path sang the name of the Captain and they bowed as He passed.
Palm trees clapped their fronds as we passed by, applause for all who overcame.
The sky was blue and smelled like a sweet summer rain, clean and fresh.
I smelled the colors that were around me and could hear them also.
As I breathed in I could taste honey mixed with the sweetest of new wine.
What sounded like the voices of innumerable singers filled the air.
I could see the music as well as hear it and it smelled like frankincense.
All who stood there had a radiance and they shone like the sun,
All having the same brilliance that the captain possessed, but yet not as bright.
In one accord we followed the Captain, like a fold of sheep follows a shepherd.
Having led us to a great table, the Captain then sat each person individually,
Welcoming each attendee as though they were the guest of honor at this feast.
The accommodations were for a countless number of people, the table infinitely long,
Yet, I could see the whole table and all who sat there,
My spirit comprehending the once incomprehensible.
As I beheld all who sat there I then grasped the significance of this dinner setting.
For I looked at all who attended, and we were all dressed in fine white clothing.
Every soul there appeared perfect, no spot, no defect, no wrinkle – like a beautiful young bride.
And the bride cried because we realized that we were now betrothed to the Captain, the King.
The long days and years of waiting, of suffering and yes, sometimes doubt, just melted away.
All of the old cares and anxieties just dissolved and could be remembered no more.
We awoke like one does from a dream, into the reality that was true all along.
And the words spoken from heaven in the past finally became so real;
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death,
neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain:
for the former things are passed away. Revelation 21:4
Copyright 5/5/07 – Ruach Ha Kodesh via David Ben Yakov