Dreams - God whispers . . .

And God said:

I myself will dream a dream

within you.

Good dreams come from me

you know.

 

My dreams seem impossible,

Not too practical,

Not for the cautious    

woman or man,

A little risky sometimes,

A trifle brash perhaps.

 

Some of my friends prefer

To rest more comfortably,

In sounder sleep,

With visionless eyes.

 

But for those who share my dreams,

I ask a little patience,

A little humor,

 

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 your 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 find

your doorway,

Stay awhile, and walk away

Knowing they, too, can find a dream . . .

 

There will be sun-filled days,

And sometimes it will 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.  

Sister Charity, RGS - 1981