Re-dreaming the Dream
The road unforeseeably twisted and long.
Emotions swinging wildly.
Staggering like a person stepping from a crazy carnival ride,
I realized I was homeless.
A new kind of Christian.
A new kind of confusion.
Heretics and reformers,
And me, the new outsider and troublemaker.
Cyber searching, reading, finding an occasional stray.
Refugees battered and weary.
Wiley, wounded wanderers,
Wondering if they are alone.
A glimmer of peace, a hint of grace, a slight smile.
God is here too?
New wine better than the old?
God tricked me with a treat.
I can dream.
And I can live in the moment.
Something new happening,
And I am a participant in re-dreaming the dream.
May 7, 2008 at 3:07 pm
I like this-
it’s good.
just don’t start to gather the strays and make a new religion, OK?
that is what got us all in trouble in the first place- we serve a God who is jealous for us and wanted our love, time and devotion;
but we had it confused and gave those gifts to religion.
It’s His eyes that I seek….
and I believe that I’ll find them because of His faithfullness.
It’s just not in the places that we thought.
rambling again.
great poem.
May 7, 2008 at 3:54 pm
Glenn,
Well done.
Re-dreaming the dream
not redundant
renewal
each time.
-Sam
May 7, 2008 at 11:32 pm
Jane - No new religion. I believe that God is at work in people already.
Sam - That’s an interesting point!
May 8, 2008 at 12:31 pm
I didn’t know you were a poet Glenn. You are a man of many talents. Well done!
May 8, 2008 at 1:49 pm
Jared ~ I’m glad you liked this poetic description of my journey. It is the first poem I have ever written and was inspired by a couple of the beautiful poetic responses to the synchroblog, combined with a late hour, and a glass of wine.