I reach for the stars
And in the midst of touching
A piece of heaven I remember
How I came to this.
As a child I believed that I could fly.
But the best I could do was just to try.
So I tried-
Many times.
I jumped and I leapt into the air
Where the birds gracefully dance-
But each time I fe11,
I tried again
Until I finally slept.
In my dreams I flew;
Over city, mountain, and water,
Then realized I'd done what I set out to do-
And learned it takes a dream.
As I became older year by year,
I realized I couldn't achieve by dreaming alone.
I felt, inch by inch,
I had to set my dreams to paper-
So I thought,
And I shared,
And I dreamed a little too…
As I matured, so did my dreams and goals.
But they were always within my grasp.
I longed for something to work for-
– Like flying –
But it takes a dream.
So I dreamed, and I wrote-
Of all that I would do.
All that I wanted from life
And From me.
These things in my mind
I drew.
My palate was filled with many hues of gold
Each color a different talent or skill.
My brushes were my actions-
Each making their mark on the canvas
With delicate
And harsh strokes-
But each mark was set because of my decision
To put it there.

My easel is my Lord.
His strength
His love
Are my support.
But the easel is covered with the strokes
Of prayer
And a constant rapport.
The canvas is my life.
And the painting is not quite done.
But my strokes have quite improved
Since the day I had begun.
And now I'm on the threshold
Of the enrichment of my life,
And I know I will emerge with a painting
Of celestial worth-
Because I have been dreaming
Since the morning of my birth--
And It Only Takes A Dream.