How do we but dream

How do we but dream?

How do we but know?

Sight is not of the eyes

Sight, rather, is of the heart

Each beat, a vision

A call from God 

Spoken from love

Spoken with love

That we may but dream

That we may but know

The workings of this world confuse, frustrate, even petrify

Life moves, it twists and turns

Narrows to the point of claustrophobia

Fear is but a reaction of the mind

The heart longs for closeness

It is never smothered

Never does it feel restricted or confined

For in tight spaces it feels warmth

Feels love

That it may be free 

Free to explore a world many fear

Explorations of the heart illicit hope

Each step marks a journey with God

Circumnavigating a world of desires for a lifetime of truth

Slowly the sun rises above the horizon, bring a new day

Rays of light permeate the land 

The world awakens

Desires mix with dreams

Confrontations arise

Heartache followed by misery persists

Energies drained

Bodies become tapped out

Ill equipped for survival

Agitation the motivation for movement

Cumbersome footsteps fossilize along the path

Thickets and thorns eventually make the path impenetrable 

Surrendering to monotonous movements, life slows

Even stops

A series of perfunctory actions to see the next sunrise makes not life

Freedom the catalyst of life

Freedom the call of the heart

For wrapped in love

Voiced by God

The heart dreams in knowledge

Knowledge of truth

The eyes of the heart need not wait for the sun to rise

It need not wait for the rays of light to touch the earth

The heart is awakened in love

God's love

The truth of His realness

The truth of He who loves without condition, without judgement

Experienced via the heart

As the sun begins to set, it takes with it its warm rays

The air chilled and many shiver

Yet they know not why they shiver

Thinking it the removal of the sun, they bundle up

Only to find the same coldness, the same bitterness 

Building layer upon layer, more is never enough

Finally, when the sun returns, the bitterness remains

Chapped from the cold, life becomes arduous

Until the heart is permitted to see

For its sight is not hindered by darkness nor sunlight

Its sight is set in truth

That it may experience this truth in love

Each beat, a vision of this truth

Each vision, a glimpse of God 

God alive in this world

God, a vision of our dreams

Personified in the rising and setting of the sun

Its beauty, our beauty

This the tapestry of our heart

The tapestry of our soul

Each woven stitch solidifies our connection with our Creator

It is together that we weave a masterpiece 

The heart, the sight of true life

Visionary of dreams

Professor of knowledge

Antithesis of the mind

The heart brings forth life

Brings forth a masterpiece 

The thicket once grown over now a beauteous path

Green grass grown over the fossilized footprints makes for a cushioned passage

A passage of hope

Through valleys of fear

Only to climb the mountain of peace

Dream of love and we become love

Know love and love will follow you

The master of our heart...

God, the masterpiece of our soul

Dream that God my free the mind and ignite the soul

No darkness too great

No valley too deep

For the heart knows no boundaries

It echoes love in the deepest of caverns

And shines greater than even the brightest sun

It illuminates darkness for in truth it resonates beauty

The beauty of a free soul

Free to love

Free to know love

Free to be love

Free to be the beautiful tapestry woven in faith, styled in hope

We dream with God in love

We know God because of love

To see God we need just close our eyes feel