In the morning, I pray.

In the evening, sometimes I forget.

I forget that I have to pray for different things in the morning,

     then I do in the night.

In the morning, I pray.

I pray that whatever dreams and hopes

I slept on, be put into their proper place:

in the night. 

I pray that whatever comes my way will be

dealt with grace, played with mercy,

     and are presented with understanding;

their true import in my life.

I pray that my heart is right,

and that I remember that it’s not about me.

And all at once, my mind is free for whatever will come.

In the night I forget.

I forget that I no longer have to do.

That I just have to be.

In the night the dreams come and I want to do

the next thing, the dreamy thing that

     I believe will fill my soul.

And then, I am reminded that

     dreams are for dreamers;

and that the best dreams are lived

    in the day to day; get through the work day

kind of lives that bring true peace.

I pray to live not just for my dreams

    but, in the same breath,

know that they are extremely selfish.

Because the dreams I dream are not just for me,

     they are for mine.

I am reminded that at the core of my dreams is: us, then me.  And if the two shall meet, we are blessed.  Forgiveness for infirmities, bad decisions and hardened hearts is something all of us desire.  When a child learns this need may come for them, they are more willing to give it.  Mine have and I am blessed.

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