The Dreamer a poem by Charles Peguy

And the Lord said  
I myself will dream a dream within you 
Good dreams come from me, you know 
My dreams seem impossible, 
not too practical 
not for the cautious man or woman 
a little risky sometimes, 
a trifle brash perhaps. 
Some of my friends prefer 
to rest more comfortably, 
in sounder sleep, 
with visionless eyes. 
But, from those who share my dreams 
I ask a little patience, 
a little humour; 
some small courage, 
and a listening heart - 
I will do the rest 
Then they will 
Risk, and wonder at their daring, 
Run, and marvel at their speed, 
Build, and stand in awe at the beauty of their building. 12 
You will meet me often as you work, 
in your companions, who share the risk, 
in your friends, who believe in you enough 
to lend their own hands 
their own hearts 
to your building 
In the people who will stand in your doorway 
stay awhile, 
and walk away knowing they, too, can find a dream. 
There will be sun-filled days, 
and sometimes it will rain, 
a little variety, 
both come from me. 
So, come now, be content. 
It is my dream you dream, 
my house you build, 
my caring you witness, 
my love you share, and this is the heart of the matter.

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