A Tribute To John Bunyan

I saw you in my dream
You sat in green pastures with your pen and parchment
Churning out wisdom and truth as you beheld them
Your fingers strive to pen the divine
In the foolish language of even the Queen.

I saw you tear your hair
As you sat down there to unmask God's mysteries
You did not give up hope despite the paralysis of your mind
You took upon yourself to save man from deception
But what is thy fate my father, evil hath marked thee for destruction.

I saw as they took you to prison
Apparently for no reason but for speaking God's truth
As your neighbors mourned with agony at their fate
You accomplished something you could not in your freedom
You revealed to us the mysteries as our dear Lord did.

I saw the ink blot your parchment
As Christian sprung into being
You created him with the power of your letter
You breathed into his nostrils the breath of quest
And in his heart thou didst light the fire of hope.

I saw you strive in your short and violent life
They tried to take away your freedom by limiting your flesh
But your soul was always as free as the freedom that you inherited
I saw you soar although they taught you were constrained
I saw you smile as I read your lines.