Sunday, March 15, 2015


This is a short freestyle poem that only takes a moment to read. I hope it gives you something to think about. May it bless you and give some light to your day.

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A Poem Of The Guiding Purpose

Our dreams
Are an endowment from God.
Talent is dead without them
Knowledge is vain for their lack
Missing them turns wealth to want.
They whisper like a child specter
Leading through the night.
They are
Lovers laughing on the sand,
Children playing in the sun,
They are the only star
In the blackest sky,
They are the warming flame,
The songs the gypsy sings,
And spring's first robin's nest.
Our dreams are meant
To raise full sails,
And hold hammer,
And weld saber.
They are the inner companion,
From a war forged fellowship.
Our dreams must never sleep
Lest they waken like a dragon-
To find slumber made her mortal;
Whose last death roar asks,
"What were all those things
That I was meant to be
When I could have been me?"

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(c) Adron Dozat 2015

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