I received a dream in Nazareth.

An unasked for gift in Nazareth.

 

A proclamation in circus-metaphor:

This dreamer is of the Creative chosen.

 

Through trapeze in movement,

Elephants in upheaval and

Crowds in attendance

I somehow made my way and proved my worth.

Awakening, I recorded all

Holding close the detailed document in joyous amazement.

Proof, prophecy and source.

 

I abruptly traded ancients towns

And on journeying to Jerusalem and beyond

Did not forget one passport, but left behind

In a desk’s top drawer

Another:

My proof, my prophecy, my source.

 

There is punishment reserved 

For those who receive a gift of worth

And treat it with carelessness:

Its unfolding shape,

Rich and many-stranded

Has been cut back by Time.

 

A dream diminished,

Its strength eroded,

A dram becomes illusion.

 

                                                                                                      -  Jeffrey Eisenmesser, 1968