Today I watched a precious dream die
I cried a long time
Felt sorry for myself
I certainly had my heart set on this one
All the plans were made
Steps were taken
It was in the bag
This one was a gift within my grasp
A quest I dared to claim as my own
You know, I seldom allow myself to have dreams
I’m careful
Truly noble plans are exceedingly rare in my life
Like life-long friends
And deliciously unexpected afternoon naps
Dreams like this one always risk a great deal
But gain even more
For others
For me
Now it’s gone
It’s not mine anymore
Never really was
Now my hopeful heart is shipwrecked
I release my dream slowly
Letting each thread painfully drag through my fingers
Reluctantly letting go
Help me to lay this one gently in Your hands, Lord
To realize that there is treasure, too
In giving up a dream
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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I enjoyed reading your poem. You have painted pictures with your words and evoked emotion. I especially feel the line, "Letting each thread painfully drag through my fingers." I think many of us have been here. You have done a beautiful job.
You were right - I loved it! Treasure in giving our dreams to God is such a beautiful way of putting it. You have a gift in expressing timeless truths powerfully.
A powerful conveyance of heavy emotions and resolve to be uplifted onto a greater course rather give in to the clawing emptiness of despair. Dream again, for you are so blest.
I have been there and watched my dreams fall to pieces in my hands. I wish I'd known, then, the things I know now. And I can only pray that if I ever have to go through it again, I will remember your graceful words and the trusting way that you've handled it by giving it back to God. Bless you, bless you, bless you. I was so touched by this article! Love, Treava
