every year i'd see
rows of pre-planned holidays
circled red for me.
if i were a dream chaser,
from time to time i'd be
sipping an island mojito.
gulping a turquoise sea.
if i were a dream chaser,
i'd make my dreams get caught.
but here's the sad reality:
a dream chaser i'm not.
instead, i'm often close to home
with my family.
there always is a lot to do,
waiting for dreams to catch me.
they always come. never know when.
and never know quite how
my Lord will rain a dream upon
the place i'm at right now.
there's magic in this standing soft
and letting the wind blow.
the Spirit gives and takes away
until i truly know
that life and all its riches
are best shared along the way.
some dreams of mine will have to wait.
some come true every day.
waking up in a forest.
good, old-fashioned meals i didn't cook.
a four-year-old who played without toys all weekend long.
Some dreams really do come true everyday! Thank you for reminding me. Those last two paragraphs were so tender and pure. <3
ReplyDeleteoh my gosh! That really is a dream.
ReplyDeleteI don't like camping, but girl, you make me want to camp!
crying.
ReplyDeleteLovely. So peaceful and true.
ReplyDeleteoh wow girl. this is one of my favorites of yours. you brought tears... how i miss you. it's my dream that you can come visit someday. xo
ReplyDeleteyou seem to be relaxed about your dreams and stand with both feet on fertile soil...sounds like a good place to be..love the pics
ReplyDeleteyou weren't a dream chaser – and didn't have to be – your dream looks like it found you. I hearted this. Maybe you're not a dream chaser – maybe your dream catcher. (((smiles))) God bless and keep you and each and every one of yours Bethany Ann.
ReplyDeleteWith French it is always Mojitos. But family, forests, and old coffee pots...nice.
ReplyDeletewonderful dreams you have. now. Love your poetic way...
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