The end of the week once again. A week can go by so fast and I so feel like this week I have no idea what has happened. Wow. Anyway a bit of reflection is always good at the end of a week.
Where is my life heading? Where am I been called? How am I making a difference in this world? What exciting and adventurous things am I being called to be a part of or an instigator of? Hmmm…
I found this beautiful poem written by Charles Peguy.
Good dreams come from me you know.
My dreams seem impossible,
not too practical,
not for the cautious man or woman.
a little risky sometimes,
a trifle brash perhaps,
Some of my friends prefer to rest more comfortably,
in sounder sleep,
with visionless eyes.
But from those who share my dreams,
I ask a little patience,
A little humour,
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 stand in our 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,
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.