Wednesday, June 16, 2010


I have dreams.

They are gossamer, fragile things.

Like the best bone china, I don't often trot them out in public.

They are too dear,
too closely tied to my heart,


But they are.

                                                                They have lasted, hidden away, never forgotten.

They have persevered through years that seem to diminish the possibility of their ever coming true.

But what has been given by the Father of Lights, even dreams, can never really be stolen,

only abandoned.

And I have not abandoned mine.

I treasure them, cherish them, try to do my part to prepare for their arrival.

And most of all draw close, so close to the One who gave, the One who knows when, the One who fulfills.

Blog Med Sig 4

Combing through my archives, searching for the really real with Emily.


Flower Patch Farmgirl said...

Daydreaming is one of my favorite past-times. :)

David N. said...

Might we ask what they are? We won't make fun of you!

nic said...

from one dreamer to another: so glad you are still holding fast. maybe someday soon?

emily wierenga said...

They are gossamer, fragile things.

i love this line. i love the whole piece, and how fragile, how delicate, how beautiful it is... and i love how, despite their fragility, they have the strength to hold on for years.... this, the gift of grace, no? a beautiful post, friend.

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