dreamers

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..