A Gnostic Dream
I. A gnostic dream I dream tonight,
Which guides my quill toward the light
And lifts my soul in fancy flight,
This gnostic dream I dream tonight.
II. And I have heard on down the vine
That dreams as these can bend the mind,
Can whisper truths so seldom heard
And tell sweet tales of those who shine.
III. But how am I to grapple with this
Burden that I bare?
Why have I been giv’n
This great calling I now share?
IV. Am I not an utter fool?
Am I not a swine?
Why am I entrusted with these
Precious truths, divine?
V. I ask these questions of the Sage
Who guides me in my dream.
He answers in familiar tone and
Guides my soul supreme.
VI. A gnostic dream I dream tonight,
Upon myself I take this plight,
To e’er reflect that holy light,
Which shined upon my gnostic dream tonight.