My mother, an 86 year old devout Catholic, just arrived to help us celebrate the first communion of my oldest son, my sweet 12 year old who has Down syndrome…these are two of my favorite people in the world and this promises to be a good time! As soon as my mother arrived, she insisted I read this poem. She is not the sentimental type, nor is she a dreamer in the slightest bit, so I was surprised that this was what was top of mind for her. I was also surprised by how much I too liked the poem. I don’t know about you, but sometimes I want to just stop worrying about what is going on in the world and give up, so I often search my soul to find strength and purpose. This poem offers me a new way to think about this problem…how bout you?
The Lord God said: I myself will dream a dream within you,
Good dreaming comes from me, you know.
My dreams seem impossible,
not too practical nor for the cautious man or woman;
a little risky sometimes,
a trifle brash perhaps.
Some of my friends prefer to rest more comfortably
in sounder sleep with visionless eyes.
But from those who share my dreams
I ask a little patience,
a little humour,
some small courage,
and a listening heart – I will do the rest.
Then they will risk and wonder at their daring;
run, and marvel at their speed;
build, and stand in awe
at the beauty of their building.
You will meet me often
as you work in your companions who share the risk,
in your friends who believe in you
enough to lend their own dreams,
their own hands,
their own hearts,
to your building.
In the people who will stand in your doorway,
And walk away knowing that they too can find a dream.
There will be sun-filled days
And sometimes a little rain –
a little variety both come from me.
So come now, be content.
It is my dream you dream,
my house you build,
my caring you witness;
my love you share
And this is the heart of the matter.