At times I've been asked why I dream and word-paint so much in metaphorical pictures. It’s the language I've known since I can remember! In some situations, times, or events, dreams are the only thing a person has, until “I have always been” knocks at your heart’s door with the proclamation, “I am here, seek no longer.” Open that door and things can happen.
There’s a saying, hope deferred makes the heart ache. Be it from a disappointing reality, a lost search for a part of one’s soul, an unfulfilled goal, or an indirect path.
I’m a whimsical dreamer and forever will I be. Because of hope. Because a dream fulfilled is a tree of life. (Proverbs 13:12)
After pouring myself out all week long, I wake up on Monday morning expecting things to look differently than they sometimes do.
This song echoes in my mind…
"On the plains of Hesitation bleach the bones of countless millions who, at the Dawn of Victory, sat down to wait . . . and waiting, died!" - George W. Cecil (William A. Lawrence, pseudonym)
So, why wait? I’d rather die trying.