The Shroud

I had a dream that,
I was called to sit upon the air,
Of God's stage.

And it was raining heavy,
The water gathering passed my knees',
All around for miles',
I did see,
The water surrounded me.

And on my shoulder, to my left,
My mother wrapped from head to toe,
In a white shroud,
Better then that of God's given clouds'.

And through my ears', on either side, did flow,
The gushing of water told,
And through a mist of a high raised screen,
God did say,
" You have been granted/ or guaranteed,
( one of these word's he did speak )
paradise.