I LIVE IN A DREAM
I live in a dream …
I live in a little English village
Where everyone knows each other.
I go to the butcher shop
And meet Rev. Franklin Graham and Pope Francis.
At the tea shop,
I enjoy tea and tisane with Agatha Christie,
Hercule Poirot, and Miss Marple.
I also see J. R. R. Tolkien, C. S. Lewis,
G. K. Chesterton, and Dorothy Sayers there.
I say hello to John Henry Newman,
Martin Luther, and St. Francis on the street.
I take a trip to the United States…
I meet Hilary Clinton and Donald Trump –
Through a series of misfortunes,
They have lost most of their money
And have become very humble people;
They regularly meet for coffee at their local coffee house.
I go to a poor section of town.
The unemployed people are busy
Keeping their neighborhood clean,
Working in the community garden,
And going to school part of the day to better their lives.
I go to a rich neighborhood …
No one is home because they are in the poor neighborhood
Distributing clothing, helping in the community garden,
And teaching English to immigrants.
This is my dream …
I no longer worry what you think of me;
I focus on Jesus and try to do His will.
I no longer try to prove I’m right and you’re wrong;
I respect your opinion and will state mine if you’re willing to listen.
I have peace in my heart
Because I have let go,
And given everything to God.
[Reconciling different elements in my life: Christians
with differing viewpoints, political factions, the rich
and the poor, and my own inner conflicts.]