I Dream

Of years ahead. Of what will be. Of joys and laughter. Of friends and love. Of what’s to be said and what will not. I dream of becoming. Of respect and gratitude, of accomplishing, of sharing. I dream of leading, of following, of trying again when I fall short. I dream of overcoming.

I dream of pride and satisfaction, of belonging, of arriving, of leaving behind.      I dream of months ahead. Of growing, of strength, of knowing. Of testing and discovering, of starting and stopping. Of reaching the top.              I dream of going to the limit and then going beyond. Of seeing, of smelling, of touching for the first time. I dream of again. And I dream, again and again.           I dream of dreaming dreams.

I dream of days. Of warmth, of cold, of brightness and low hanging clouds. Of sandy beaches of mountain peaks, endless skies and crystal lakes. Of tasting for the first time, again and again.

I dream of writing. Of speaking, of stirring souls, of lifting hearts, of making paths where none are seen. Of being a part of the greatest. Of not knowing any desire for praise.

I dream of hours. Of work, of play, of peace won in war. Of having and holding, of comfort and toys. Of clocks that don’t move, of clouds which stand still, of gentle rain falling, of glistening light.

I dream of remembering, of telling, of counting the times when dreams were the goals seen as distant and deep.

I dream of minutes. Of slow strolls, of soft music, of idle thoughts, of ease. Of decisions which make a difference. Of showers and clouds and snow and leaves.

I dream of fullness, of hunger for that which is not. Of needing and finding, of great flowing within.

I dream of seconds. Of trials, of right words, of lifting, of controlling. Of finding the one and winning them all. Of smelling and wondering, of feeling the tiniest hair move. Of touching and squeezing, of gentle caresses. Of rolling through oceans without water, of sliding up sheer walls.

I dream of eternity. Without seconds or minutes or hours or days. Without weeks or months or years. No sickness, no pain, no sorrow, no fear. Of opening my eyes and beholding. Of colors and sensations, of flying high and running fast.

I dream that which can only be seen in dreams until that which is not becomes that which is.

I dream of testings which are past, of races won. Of trophies without dust, of sorrows undone. Of roads without end, of paths unknown, of friends unmet, of songs unsung. The value of dreams cannot be measured. They are touchstones of what may be if we will but dream.

No future is set in stone, no path determined, no possibility is limited for those who will dream.

I dream of Him. As my all. As being all He has desired for me and being His desire. Of having nothing of value compared to being His. Of rejoicing, of songs, of endless delight. Of power and freedom, of surrender, of dreams which have never been dreamed. Of dreams becoming reality beyond my imagination.

I dream because I am His. He has made me so. He defines joy and peace. He IS Love. He places within me that which pleases Him and makes me to dance in my spirit. And as I dance I dream. All the dreams I have ever dreamed are but fleeting glimpses of the real which is mine with Him.

And I know, it is no Dream.