Jacob's Ladder

It was on that tenebrous night That I dreamt of you God You had determined In vacant courtrooms Tonight I would see things Tonight I would see things Tonight I lay here dreaming I Lifted up In your presence A hallway Extends Galleries Paint panic Paranoia grabs my throat; it stabs at me How could such suffering proceed to be It has stripped the backs of the weakened ones This sights been Blessed Fear motivates me As the Holy Son sleeps Godly Vision It paints distress over me Much like these paintings But the color is grey Shift: I'm one of these The maltreated Lame witness How, herein this nightly sleep? I, the last one I beg for your workings to bless upon them