I recently dreamed about a man named Whippoorwill Thomas. He was a poet. He was about 70 years old, slim build, white hair, blue eyes, no glasses and alert to everything around him. He dressed very plain and conservatively. He was also very mysterious, appearing at an art/poetry fair/meeting spontaneously and unexpected. No one knew where he lived or where he came from. But everyone knew him.
His poetry was full of life and entertaining and always made a reference openly or covertly to the Whippoorwill…. which he loved (thus the name Whippoorwill Thomas). His poetry was well known, published and he was successful as a poet. Any time he showed up at one of these art/poetry meetings, he was always asked to read his poetry. He usually brought books to sell and if you had no money he would give you a copy. Others would come by and instead of paying the $10 for a book would pay $100. He would disappear as quickly as he appeared as a mysterious, happy, talented man.
Some people had known him for forty years and said he had always looked the same…. the white hair, no glasses, slim build, quick smile, etc. …and now at 70 he still looked the same. The mystery was always the same as well… (Dream ended)
I wonder if angels some times disguise themselves as poets.
“And then he will send out the angels and gather his elect from the four winds, from the ends of the earth to the ends of heaven.” Jesus