Keepers Of The Dream
The other day I was having breakfast and listening to the godchild. Godchild was telling me about the last days of Pompeii and the fall of the Roman Empire, all rolled into one, but on a slightly smaller and more human scale. I sympathised, and while I was listening, I felt distant echoes of the same pain.
The dreams of the godchildren are the precious dreams that God has given them, made into exquisitely detailed and fragile miniatures. Some of them will become templates for huge blueprints of grand futures; some will merely be kept hidden in lockets, treasures never to see the direct light of the sun again. But behind them, sometimes in the shadows and sometimes offstage, some of us stand our vigil, our watch against the fall of night.
For every dream which is born to waking needs a midwife and a guarantor, a person willing to stand in the gap and share the burden. Not every bearer of a dream will stand the test. But the colours of the day that each dreamer wears, the blues and reds and golds of morning, shine against the coming of twilight. They are our future. Though we too are weak and mortal, we have to try and help the children who are the hope of that future, polish their armour and guard them in their vulnerable moments.
One day they shall be great in the land. Though some may fail, and lose heart, some will rise to the height of their God-given powers. We pray for these, our godchildren, that even where we fail, God will sustain them and keep enough of us around that their dreams will live.
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Listening to the godchild reminded me of an old song. And here it is.
Münchener Freiheit – Keeping The Dream Alive
Full of memories of people and places
And while the past is calling
In my fantasy I remember their faces
The hopes we had were much too high
Way out of reach but we had to try
The game will never be over
Because we're keeping the dream alive
I hear myself recalling
Things you said to me
The night it all started
And still the rain is falling
Makes me feel the way
I felt when we parted
The hopes we had were much too high
Way out of reach but we have to try
No need to hide no need to run
'Cause all the answers come one by one
The game will never be over
Because we're keeping the dream alive
I need you
I love you
The game will never be over
Because we're keeping the dream alive
The hopes we had were much too high
Way out of reach but we had to try
No need to hide no need to run
'Cause all the answers come one by one
The hopes we had were much too high
Way out of reach but we had to try
No need to hide no need to run
'Cause all the answers come one by one
The game will never be over
Because we're keeping the dream alive
The game will never be over
Because we're keeping the dream alive
The game will never be over...
The dreams of the godchildren are the precious dreams that God has given them, made into exquisitely detailed and fragile miniatures. Some of them will become templates for huge blueprints of grand futures; some will merely be kept hidden in lockets, treasures never to see the direct light of the sun again. But behind them, sometimes in the shadows and sometimes offstage, some of us stand our vigil, our watch against the fall of night.
For every dream which is born to waking needs a midwife and a guarantor, a person willing to stand in the gap and share the burden. Not every bearer of a dream will stand the test. But the colours of the day that each dreamer wears, the blues and reds and golds of morning, shine against the coming of twilight. They are our future. Though we too are weak and mortal, we have to try and help the children who are the hope of that future, polish their armour and guard them in their vulnerable moments.
One day they shall be great in the land. Though some may fail, and lose heart, some will rise to the height of their God-given powers. We pray for these, our godchildren, that even where we fail, God will sustain them and keep enough of us around that their dreams will live.
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Listening to the godchild reminded me of an old song. And here it is.
Münchener Freiheit – Keeping The Dream Alive
Full of memories of people and places
And while the past is calling
In my fantasy I remember their faces
The hopes we had were much too high
Way out of reach but we had to try
The game will never be over
Because we're keeping the dream alive
I hear myself recalling
Things you said to me
The night it all started
And still the rain is falling
Makes me feel the way
I felt when we parted
The hopes we had were much too high
Way out of reach but we have to try
No need to hide no need to run
'Cause all the answers come one by one
The game will never be over
Because we're keeping the dream alive
I need you
I love you
The game will never be over
Because we're keeping the dream alive
The hopes we had were much too high
Way out of reach but we had to try
No need to hide no need to run
'Cause all the answers come one by one
The hopes we had were much too high
Way out of reach but we had to try
No need to hide no need to run
'Cause all the answers come one by one
The game will never be over
Because we're keeping the dream alive
The game will never be over
Because we're keeping the dream alive
The game will never be over...
Labels: Dreams, Godfather, Love, Loyalty, Münchener Freiheit
etched with acid at 11:17:00 pm
2 Comments:
Not just polish their armour, but point them in the direction of where they might get the best armour, the only armour that can withstand the attacks from the one who devours and destroys those who need to live out these dreams.
I agree, although here I think the assumption was that they already had their armour. That armour is difficult to keep untarnished in a filthy world, save by the grace of God and in the fellowship of those who act in His service.
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