A Short Story
Based on a Dream
In fact, this was the dream
By Ann Marie Grumm
I
He could make anything brilliant out of any piece of material.
She had had a piece of fabric for the longest time.
For just that purpose.
To be made into something beautiful. A dress.
Flowing and summery, yet long sleeve, mid-calf.
II
Her friends had taken her to see him,
Admiring all his creations.
As soon as she saw the brightly colored dresses,
She fell in love.
He was just the person to construct the dress she had in mind.
III
He would be able to fashion it just so.
He would do it perfectly.
Perhaps he would add his own embellishments.
She considered thoughtfully, was she worthy?
He was certain to appreciate the beautiful fine material.
IV
She was sure it was worthy of his handiwork.
Cautiously, she neared the raised platform.
Indomitable, he was. She feared him.
He instructed her to bring the material.
Immediately, she returned,
V
Arms laden with carefully folded, creamy white linen.
“I cannot make this dress for you,” he said.
Afflicted of heart. He was sure to recognize such fine quality.
"This would be your wedding dress.”
“You never accepted my offer."
see revelation 19:7,8 7Let us rejoice and be overjoyed and give him glory, because the marriage of the Lamb has arrived and his wife has prepared herself.8Yes, it has been granted to her to be clothed with bright, clean, fine linen—for the fine linen stands for the righteous acts of the holy ones.”
