Last week I spent 4 days with friends from my childhood. Five of us started elementary school in the same first grade class 73 years ago. We will soon celebrate our 80th birthdays. The group started meeting annually 20 years ago. We all went our separate ways after childhood and youth. We followed different dreams that led down different paths. Some of our dreams were realized, some were not, and many of our journeys took unforeseen twists and turns.
a view from the
precipice,
overlooking those
below,
catching glimpses
of the rim,
the edge of the
beyond,
where we dreamed
together,
your dreams and my
dreams,
feeding and
fueling each other,
till we were
carried away
in magical flights
where bodies cannot fly
viewing visions we
could not see alone,
visions viewed in
our burning brains,
leaving behind
solid earth,
where we would be
held
tethered by the
monotony of minds
conformed to a monochrome
and monotone
existence.
We saw colors not
seen by human eye,
We heard sounds
not heard by human ear,
scenes and sounds
springing from our friendship
by which we were
inspired and by which we inspired each other.
And then we left.
Years have passed,
and we have grown old,
the dark hair on
our heads turned gray,
and our shoulders
stoop.
Deep furrows form
upon our brow
where the cares of
solid earth
sliced and scarred
our skin.
But in your eye I
see a glimmer growing to a gleam,
and in my own a
flicker of the flame
as we draw each
other to the roof
where once we sat
and we dream
again, and we are young
as long as dreams remain
... my friend.
Whatever
your age, whatever your circumstance, may the Lord give you a dream for tomorrow.