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Topic: Season(s) of a year or life (01/13/11)
TITLE: Do Dreams Reflect Reality?
By Caitlyn Meissner
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My feet rose off the pavement, a breeze carried me away.
I had no wings upon my back, yet through the air I flew,
Feeling light and wild and free, a sensation stark and new.
A grove of trees before me seemed to beckon and to call.
Their branches stretched up towards the sky, a green and glorious wall.
If I could just sail over them, what joys would fill my eyes!
I’d see the world my God had made, unveiled, without disguise.
But as I spread my arms as if to soar into the air,
A hand reached out and grabbed my leg, a voice cried in despair,
“Don’t go! Why aren’t you happy here? I must insist you stay!
“Don’t leave! You’ll never clear THOSE trees. You shouldn’t fly that way.”
But no! I just ignored his pleas. I struggled, kicked, and fought.
His hand slipped! I glided higher, unwilling to be caught.
Green leaves tipped with sun’s gold.
Branches dark and sharp.
Piercing points. I’m almost there!
“Beep! Beep! Beep!”
Blast! My alarm!
I hit the snooze, blinked both my eyes, and sat upright in bed,
Remembering the dream I’d had, the joy, the hope, the dread.
I hadn’t glimpsed what lay behind that barrier of trees.
I’d never get the chance again to sail upon a breeze.
Quiet and sad, the day dragged by, then weeks, three months, a year.
Bad news, depression, loss, and pain filled my whole soul with fear.
I struggled onward, hoped for change. My sins just pulled my down.
Pride and envy, sloth, greed, and fear, all strived to make me drown.
Ignoring God, I tried to make a change all on my own.
I thought if I worked hard enough I’d finally atone
For all the sins I’d let into my life, but what I found
Were dark chains forged for my despair, to keep me ever bound.
In bleakest dungeons, deepest pits, my thirsty soul lay still.
Too sick to walk, too ill to weep, a frail and broken will.
Then one ray of light shone.
One hand gripped mine tight.
One voice chanted, “Even youths,
“Youths grow tired, but God gives wings!”
At once He pulled me off the ground, up high into the air!
I’m flying now! On eagle’s wings! I’m free! Without a care.
No weighty chains adorn my soul. Christ Jesus set me free!
No walls or pits can stop me now! I’m His eternally.
Do dreams reflect reality? I don’t care anymore.
I’ve found the One who gives me wings. The time has come to soar!
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