i keep returning to this.
we are dreamers
of an impossible dream
today
i read about missions
youths, adults, children -
scattered like salt grains in large plates of rice, wheat, millet..
flvouring
and preserving?
do you see the young man with his guitar
that young gal walking with the darker skinned sister
the streets mill
with people who don't see them or hear their message
but they stand, sing, speak
and do what they must and what they want
for they are dreaming
that impossible dream
made not
imagined not
attained not
by their sacrifice
tears, fears and weariness...
Yet Someone takes all of it
and mingles it to form miracles
and so, we dream
and
dream
and dream
on..
