Monday, July 14, 2008

dreams

when we're young, we live in a world of dreams. of worlds, and places, and things to do and sights to explore and experiences to feel and people we'll meet and what we'll become and what might be. dreams made in the freedom of unknown horizons, stretching as far as we can possibly imagine. no limits too small, no challenges too great, no deeds impossible.

they light the lights of our minds, stoke the fires of our hearts, lift the radiance of our spirits. so that our days are days dwelt in the realm of tomorrow, where lies the miracle of hope in truth.

in our age, we lose our dreams, almost assuredly as we lose our youth.

or lose ourselves.

lost.

in the burden of chores and tasks and work and deadlines and duties and and responsibilities and liabilities and bills and taxes and loans and credits and rents and deposits, all to feed the never-ending pressure of food and drink and light and heat and water and gas and clothes and shelter, in a world that hounds us reminds us tells us beats us with the reality that we live in a world of realities.

and nothing else.

until all we can do is dream of dreaming dreams.

and so we respond, react, act out, in ways we don't really understand but inside deep down in places we've forgotten we really do. and we seek the solace of water and wind and earth and sky, taking ourselves upon journeys so that we can fly, and leave the world of realities.

and in the solitude of distance taken in the mystery of grace, we find ourselves alone again, and find our minds and hearts and spirits once more, and find that the journey is not about our bodies traveling over miles to a final end, but rather a return to someplace somewhere sometime somehow someway we've been before...to something we need.

and we find then that we are still the children we were before.

with dreams. in a world of dreams.

because we know, at that point beyond the world found simply by taking another step after another step after another step after another step, that sometimes--in the darkest times when we need them most--all we have in life are dreams.

because they light the lights of our minds, stoke the fires of our hearts, lift the radiance of our spirits, so that our days are days dwelt in the realm of tomorrow, where lies the miracle of hope in truth.

and all so much in heaven more.

1 comment:

Bob Almighty said...

I agree with you it sometimes feels like the older we get the more we give up on our dreams.