Surrendering a Dream...

Struggling,

       Crying.

                      Reaching...

Reaching for that,

That which is beyond my reach.

It's there... sparkling, beckoning,

calling my name,

yet, as I,

Hopefully,

   Reach for it.

It slips elusively, from

my fingertips.

Grazing them with an enchanting

touch.

Once I held this dream. 

This beautiful dream.

Consisting of a colorful ambrosia, of

everything sweet. It held

also

        pain...

               tears...

It held a future.

Once I held this dream...

possessively, not without

utmost care... yet,

it slipped,

from my grasp.

so quietly.

I'm on this road,

this rocky trail, through a jungle of

dark thoughts, hopelessly

entangled with bright

memories.

always whispering to me,

feeding my mind with,

forgotten laughter, 

fragments of sparkling remembrances,

a time that is only to be dashed,

in a million

pieces.

My dream lies before me, so tantalizing,

yet I want to

cry, to

      give up 

this road.

Than, I look up.

and see Him. HE!

who clears an overgrown

path. 

He calls, and the sweet tones

caress my tired ears.

He asks me to trust

my dream to Him. He

promises to care for it.

Carefully.

I give it to Him, tears streaking

my cheeks. And I

walk beside Him, down a path,

void of troublesome thoughts...

yes

My dream is there. 

my hope.

It lies ahead,

always

it beckons me...

yet, I am content to leave,

It in my Fathers 

care.

I wrote this a while back in a notebook of mine, as I experienced this. And came across it today. I hope this can be an inspiration to someone somewhere. 

...au revoir...