Early this morning I arose in the dark
and prepared to walk the dog.
The air was crisp as I stood outside
watching the dawning of another daybreak.
But something was different. Something that hadn’t been there before.
I heard it.
the sound of birds chirping in the darkness.
Yes, it’s the time of the singing of birds.
The time of the birth of dreams.
Do you have a dream?
Is there something that you’d long to do?
A place you’d like to see?
An experience, maybe, that you’ve always to have?
As the birds flit from tree to tree feathering their nests.
my thoughts wander to a dream that I’ve had.
A place I’d like to go with my girls…
An experience I’d like to share
always the practical wars with the dreamer.
You can’t afford that
You can’t do that
It’s not the right time
No, you must stop dreaming.
But to dream is to be alive
To dream is to set your eyes on a star and to follow it.
I don’t know if my dream will become a reality.
I pray so.
That’s where it all must begin.
On my knees
waiting upon the Lord
Who authors dreams day after day.
Humbling committing the dream and the dreamer to Himself.
Then arising and beginning to work
just imagining if it could come true….
Saying no so that the dream could come to life.
Rolling up my sleeves to work.
It’s time to dream, my friends.
The birds are singing and planning and preparing.
Join me, won’t you, in having a dream.
Brush off that longing,
blow the dust off those papers,
Just suppose you could do it
what would you do?