I lay atop a mighty mountain range
beside a lake of pure translucent blue.
(While in this atmosphere of earthly peace
I fell asleep and dreamed I had to climb
from vale to reach the summit far above.
And soon I struggled up a sheer cliff face
until a daunting overhang appeared!
I had no rope and no one there to help.
Somehow I felt impelled to scale that crag
and up I strove with little grip or grasp.
Then suddenly I slipped and dreadful fear
displayed its gruesome mask!
A fall seemed certain to the valley far beneath.
Then spake an angel thought to me:
"You're on the mountaintop in peace secure;
you've always lived with joy on heights sublime!")
Yet, strange as it may seem, I did not wake.
(But now I felt I'd never been below;
and up I went still dreaming, though with joy.
I sensed my being was where I seemed to go.)
Then suddenly I woke and knew that it was true.
With gratitude I glimpsed what Jesus meant:
"No man hath ascended up to heaven,
but he that came down from heaven,
even the Son of man which is in heaven."John 3:13
