dreams and visions
in the night seem far-fetched
and the day shows them for what they are.
who are you to dream?
they say.
weren’t you born…didn’t you come from…surely you would never think to…
yes.
but I say
dreams were never meant to be defined by reality, only to define it.
let me dream again!
oh Father.
give me GOOD dreams.
make me like You.
my heart overflows with water, my eyes with tears, my body with dancing.
surely my soul knows what my mind will not.
in all brooding there is joy. in mourning, hope, as I wait for the dawn
(on THAT day).
let my life be a sacrifice to Thee.
I will have none other.
in all art, in all purpose, in all writing, philosophy, thought, action, speech, DANCE, let my creativity flow toward You and through You and for You!
let Yourself be the ideal I aspire to
and make me like an arrow pointing to heaven.
let YOUR name be written on my forehead and Your law on my heart.
let me not cease meditating day and night on Your beauty.
inspire me,
create in me
a clean heart
a right spirit
a gentle obedience...
make me
like You!
