Feel the stillness of the hours
The fragrance of times ago
Twilit memories
Filled with dreams
Floating gently on the wind
Lost longings
For longings lost
Like a sunset through the trees
painted in watercolor
over another scene
Or the slowly circling mists
That open softly on the moon
Tinged often with regret
That all was left far too soon
Never again to wander
Upon these hallowed paths
Down towards the water
To embrace the sea at last
gazing at the night
With one last loving glance
To fall amidst the waves
And press the sands of time
Forever into daydreams
Upon these silent shores




Dreaming dreams that drive you
Some will give you wings
Some will redefine you
But they all will make you bleed

Some come as a blessing
Others more like a curse
Nothing will come between you
In Heaven or on earth

Until it unfolds in glory
Like a burst of radiant light
Or  dismantles your ambitions
A gift that’s wrapped too tight

Some dreams become obsessions
and mislead you on the way
leaving your heart empty
while consuming all your days

So choose your dreams most wisely
live mindful of the time
Or the end will surely find you
with no one at your side

Look rather to the heavens
the larger frame of life
There is a bigger picture
And your dreams must fit inside



In the clearing stands a boxer

And a fighter by his trade

And he carries the reminders

Of every glove that layed him down

Or cut him till he cried out

In his anger and his shame

“I am leaving, I am leaving”

But the fighter still remains    -The Boxer, Simon & Garfunkel*


Have you ever been in that place?

Have you ever fought for years, maybe decades, for something? We all have dreams and visions. We have all been gifted with a calling, a passion for something that will put demands on our time, our ambitions and our priorities. It will ultimately shape our destiny. And the world will never be kind. It will never be supportive. You will often feel that you and your dreams are not welcome here.

And we come to that place in the clearing.

And there is a choice before us.

You may have faced setback after setback. You may feel that all you’ve known is failure. It may be that every time it looks like things might start coming together, they fall apart. Another dead-end, yet another disaster, and now what? We carry the reminders, don’t we? And just in case we forget for a moment, we have an adversary who’s all to happy bring it all back to our minds. But there is a choice. We are contenders. We are fighters by our trade, and this has been our training. How long it will take, and where it will take us, only God knows. But we do know this; God loves us and it is in His hands to bring us to that place where faith is complete. If we are living according to His will, then we can be assured that our dreams are in accordance with that will.

We could look back and say ”I am leaving, I am leaving”, or we can be the contenders that God created us to be, and press on even if it takes another 20 years to see our dreams fulfilled.

But the fighter still remains.


*Thanks to Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel, who will probably never get wind of this post, but if, by some incalculable chance, they do, My hope is that they won’t mind me quoting their lyrics.

On the threshold of the dream

It’s the wee hours of the morning, and what better time could there be for a midnight ramble, or to talk about dreams? Dreams are, after all, what fuels our lives, and we all have them. When we’re young, we dream of what we’ll do when we ‘grow up’ (yes, some of us are still waiting), and as adults we have dreams of achievement or success and recognition. Maybe you have a ‘dream-home’ or car that you can’t get out of your head.

And then there’s the dreams we all have at night. Oh yes you do, you just don’t remember them. It’s clinically proven that everyone dreams. In fact your mental health depends upon it. More often than not these can be the aimless excursions of an unfettered and unoccupied mind, but sometimes they have meanings. This site of course, frequently deals with the latter (Oh, THAT’S why it’s called ‘dreams&visions?!), and I truly believe in the prophetic nature of some dreams.

Having said all that, there’s still another dream. It’s the shared dream. It’s the dream or vision of a country, a city or perhaps your church. This type of dream has a unique quality in that the stronger the vision, and the more people who get behind it, the more likely it is to come to pass sooner than later.

I happen to live in the Detroit metropolitan area of Michigan. It’s well-known that this is one of the most economically hard-hit, high-crime areas in the country. Yet many, many people have a dream and a vision for this region. Many leaders both within and without the church have high expectations for a sweeping and radical change in the entire social landscape of this city.

And truthfully, it seems like a dream.

Recently, there was a gathering of christians from every walk and persuasion, to fast and pray for 24 hours at a 70,000 seat stadium known as Ford Field. I don’t know that there are any manifest changes in the city as of yet, but I do know that the stronger the vision, and the more people get behind it, the more likely it is to come to pass.

Change is coming.

The church, the body of Christ must also have a dream, and it must be the will (the dream, if you like) of God. Yes, God has a dream. It’s you and me, and all who will come, entering into a restored relationship with our Heavenly Father. We must share Gods dream, in fact, it must overshadow our own. There is a dream for a great harvest of souls for the kingdom, and of the greatest revival this world has ever known. Many Individuals have had prophetic dreams and visions pertaining to this, and many local churches share this common goal.

But it starts with you. It’s really about your dreams. Do we share the dreams of our leaders, our church, our God? Can we re-make the church and re-build our cities?

I can’t answer those questions for anyone but me, but I do know this; The stronger the dream, and the more people who get behind it, the more likely it is to come to pass.

What are your dreams?