Last night I dreamt
(A devotional poem, where the object of devotion is, of course, God)
Last night I dreamt you spoke to me.
And listening in the dark, I knew your voice and loved you.
Eyes wide-shining, reflecting night, your whisper stirred my heart to life,
As truth spoke to truth, and speaking as one we declared, “I am yours”.
And as the dawn lights up my face, and I question, “Was that a dream?”,
A long-echoing murmur deep within affirms, “Last night I spoke to you”.
Last night I dreamt you touched me.
Lighter than feather-light, softer than snow about to settle,
As surely I was all alone, yet still I knew it was you, and that I am never alone.
Mere strokes of fingertips, or lovers’ lips, cannot unfold the depth of your embrace,
So that, as the dawn lights up my face, I cannot deny that I am forever changed,
For your touch is still upon me now, your kiss upon my brow affirms, “Last night I touched you”.
Last night I dreamt you came to me.
Prison-shattering, exile-ending, defences breached,
Reaching beyond where I cannot be reached, you face me, and I look, and see.
Surrendering treasured isolation and self-sufficiency, I admit I am not complete, till joined with you.
So that, as the dawn lights up my face, now I am not free to go on unless saying, “Shall we go?”,
And I treasure beyond all treasure, the love we share, for, as you say each day, “Last night I came to you”.
Spiritual Devotion 