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In A dream were we cre
ated and in a dream shall
we live our days.
For all of us are always
children seeking the warm
womb of safety. The symbol
of our sanctuary is the roof
above us, the carpet under
our feet, a hand to touch,
possession.
The few bulwarks against
the great gray cold are our
hearth, our mate, our prog
eny, the fruits of our toil.
Yet, even if we are kings
or heroes, we own nothing.
We plant a tree, but the
sun and rain and the mys
terious earth give it life.
We love and are loved, yet
we cannot own the beloved
nor he us. We create a child,
but it is ours only by birth
right. The house we build,
the work we do, the owning
is all a part of the whole
and the whole is not ours.
We long for the shelter
against wind and rain, the
fire against cold and snow.
We seek, we despair, we
seek again to be impervious
to fear and the fear of it,
to life and the living of it,,
to pain and the thresh
old. Whatever our courage,
whatever our curiosity, we
are the timid traveler in
the universe.
In our sleep we slay the
dragons of our days. In the
light we stumble from error
to disaster, from quick joy
to-lingering sorrow. There
is a time we survey the piti
ful few possessions, the cor
ner of our world. It is never
enough. We are aware of this
with an ache in our bones.
Then why the dream and
the awakening? Why the
living, not the dying? Per
haps eternal hope springing,
perhaps the clinging to a
tomorrow better than today.
Or perhaps we are yet chil
dren learning to walk as
men and there will still
come a time when we shall
rise with fearlessness and
know this dream was not
enough and this roof and
hearth were not enough.
Then we will know what
is: the bright flame of the
spirit and the warm heart
of love. And one thing
more: that life itself is a
prayer of glory.