A Living Dream

 Along a trail of shattered & scattered dreams I searched for the one with special meaning.

So many dreams…there’s still plenty of time, cuz a real dream…never dies.  It lives on in the unseen world of hope & prayer.  For in time you’ll realize that your dreams only come true…if in Faith they are first based.

So, I continue this walk thru garbage & ruin, thru broken glass & busted bottles, thru cracked mirrors & rusty needles, thru heartaches & pain…all started with someone’s dream.  But dreams don’t come alive until your deceptive desires are dead & your spirit lives.

As I make this journey I see dreams.  Some with long sharp & dirty finger nails reach out and scratch at my heels.  They are clawing for life, but in me they’re dead.  No more deceptive desires, just a will to please.

In some mist filled visions the dream is of nothingness, of calm & serenity, of floating on Heavens clouds.  Well, besides the view, seems like a boring dream to me.  Why live a life…only to become nothing?

Others have dreams of lavish luxury.  Of sex & money. All temporary, the feeling & comfort short lived, especially so for an old soul.  Young souls know no better, but pray that the old soul finds those dreams that are oh so much better, before it’s too late.

Then there are those dreams of purpose & purity.  Dreams of a world emersed in the brightness of Faith.  A dream of a cobblestone path with flowers in the cracks, while off in the distance others have dreams of concrete & steel…while my dreams rest on a rivers bank.  Only one fishing pole do I need…it’s got a very sharp hook & a tight line. 

So while others toil at the toll booth of life, I’ll continue my search, even in my sleep.  With one eye open, cuz you never know whose dream next you’ll see.  Not all dreams are created equal, make sure yours are based on love & they will  have a happy sequel.

Just keep this in mind about dreams.  Some folks never ever have good dreams…that they remember.  Their whole life, even in slumber, is a waste of desire.  They chase a glory that is Earth bound & not Heaven sent.  They do not have the Breath of Life, they have the stench of death.

 It is really hard to say this but here it is…We are NOT all God’s Children.  There are those in this world who are of demon seeds and that path is full of thorns & weeds, even though flowers they may seem.  Be weary of these creatures, cuz that’s what they are.  And here’s the hardest truth….their unfortunate fate…is sealed.

So, don’t waste your dreams on those who don’t share your glory…they are just distractions to your story.  Creatures come & go…but His Creations last eternal.  Dreams web & flow…in His Spirit let yours glow & as they do your spirit will grow & through His Grace & Timing…the realities of your dreams will show.

All the best of His Grace to you & yours my friends. 🐝   1st Letter of John Chapter 3: 7-10  AMEN