Dreaming...
Poetry Friday
Friends,
This morning I was deep in thought about whether a world built totally on love could really happen or was it a dream too lofty to achieve? We are living in a world where there is “tit for tat”. Leaders are slinging tariffs like mud. And here. in reality, we are beginning Holy Week. I feel like I am living the same scenario of those long ago. Are we living into a sacred wish? dream? reality?
I think about Jesus riding on a mule into town and how people lined the path seeking and believing in the dream. Believing that there was One who could bring it into being. They believed it enough that they kept this belief alive for centuries.
I do believe it is possible to have a world that could hold us all working together without wars or tariffs or erasing people. I believe that love is stronger than all of the darkness around us. And, love will win. It will.
Until that becomes in full bloom reality, let’s wave the palms high and become aware of the air swirling the excitement of what could be…. a world based in love.
Jace
The Man Who Rings Me Up at Target
tells me he used to be mean.
Tells me used to not like
who he was. Tells me he dreamed
of his mother after she died
and she told him that though
she was no longer with him,
she still could teach him
how to be alive, which,
in practical terms, meant
how to be kind.
In the time it takes for me to buy
lint rollers and lip balm,
I am so moved by this woman
I will only meet through
a dream and a checkout lane
conversation that I walk out
into the night with a smile
on my face. This is the way
we share hope with each other,
one thin strand at a time.
By the time I get to the car,
I’m still smiling, wholly tethered to life
by a gift that appeared so slight
at first I didn’t even know
it was there.
Rosemerry Wathola TrommerDreams
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Langston Hughes
https://poets.org/poem/dreams
Beyond Sight
All around me, the world
was normal—people eating dinner
or walking down the street—
but my world?
Some massive, invisible hand
kept capturing me, then
tossing me into the air.
And I’d somersault
and fall and be caught,
then placed upright again
on the ground. All night
it went on like this.
I’d be walking and then
I’d be flying and then
I’d be falling and then
I’d be caught, until finally,
by morning, we couldn’t say
that it wasn’t disconcerting,
but we could say I
had become more fluent
in this strange upheaval.
We could say I
had begun to trust
the same hand that tossed me
would catch me.
We could say that when
I woke up, I was still myself
and nothing felt the same.
And though my feet
never left the ground today,
I was tossed.
And then I was caught.
Even now, I almost feel them
around my chest,
those great fingers
as they set me on my feet again.
Rosemerry Wathola Trommer
"You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one"
Thank you...again!