SERVANTS OF THE LORD

Inspite of the heater
I draped a blanket round my shoulders
as I lay on the sofa in the den.
I guess I was tired,
probably a bit too warm,
I don’t know, but soon I was fast asleep …

I dreamt I was in a living room
only this time it wasn’t mine,
and I wasn’t lying on the sofa,
I was on the rug with the sofa as a back rest,
and I was with a lady …

For a split second I thought it was mum
only something told me to try again.
Whoever she was I thought highly of her,
I mean we were sharing jokes and laughing
till I thought I’ll lose my breath!

We got sober after a while
and talked on many issues
- my faith, vision, studies, dreams and aspirations,
even about my Aimee,
it was absolutely amazing!
She revealed an uncanny ability,
a depth of wisdom and understanding
only few people could possess.

She got up to get a book for me.
She called it a wonderful piece,
that it would inspire and build me up.
Now I was unsettled,
I still didn’t know who she was.
I guess my expression said it all
’cos she got silent for a while,
studying me with intent knowing eyes …

She smiled,
it was a warm smile,
so warm I actually felt it
and it seemed to draw out her name …

I guess I almost had it
’cos I was jolted out of my sleep.
Awake I drifted into a reverie,
I needed to place the face, know the name,
‘Joe?’
I looked up, my expression glazed …

I smiled.
I knew then who that wonderful lady was.

‘The best translation of God’s Word
that we will ever read
is found in servants of the Lord
who live that Word in deed.’*

* Quote from Dennis J. De Haan

Dedicated to Joe