Only a Dream…
Feverishly! Working, he pulled, plugged and plowed back and forth with his disobedient arm in what seemed to be a vain attempt to break up the fallow ground. Finally, but finally the tilling seemed that it hadn't been in vain. After months and months he was finally able to break ground. It seemed that things were about to change…
Suddenly! I could see the deliberate man walking with a wheel barrel, pushing it hungrily. The wheel barrel held necessary contents, the tools that belonged to the one who refused to abandon the project that he'd effortlessly toiled at for many months now. The day had come suddenly, the day that he'd longed for, the day that never seemed to be anywhere near to being somewhat or even remotely close to being somewhere in sight.
Surprised! The family members rushed to the house to see the treasures that the deliberate man had skillfully unearthed. The house that he'd beautifully, yet carefully crafted was filled with precious treasures that only he'd been able to salvage. What! It was only a dream, did they know his surprise? Unsure! Because misinterpreted, misunderstood, tongue tied and tired he chose at times from speech to regrettably refrain.
Desperately! In the dream I strained to look inside of the wheel barrel but the man never seemed to notice. He never took his eyes off the inside of his wheel barrel in spite of his exhaustion. He continued trudging and dragging back and forth his demanding leg that helped to carry the soil by which he skillfully unearthed the precious treasures…
Finally! There they were. Right before me as if miraculously they appeared. A mere permitted glimpse of the contents of the wheel barrel revealed the rare objects needed to refurbish a project of this magnitude. Dedication, determination, the deliberate man's tenacity and all the others were crammed inside of the object that carried his faith. It seems that this had been the only way to execute the loathsome project.
Only a dream! It was the deliberate man's vision that he'd refused to renounce. I had only envisioned what the deliberate man had dreamed. This man had believed that he could bring his vision into existence. The house that he'd refurbished was merely symbolic of the deliberate man and his task at hand. Because of hope, a small measure of faith, he was finally able to usher into existence what he'd single-mindedly labored for.
Completion! The man sat whistling, at how often his body had grown weary. He smiled at the thought of how his faith in God had seen him through. As he sat he mulled over the fact that he alone harbored his faith. He marveled, as he reflected that his labor of love started with only a dream. Fingers interlocked behind his head. The deliberate man reared back against the tree with his left leg crossed over his right as he reflected of how the unquenchable fire, that vision that burned inside of him had fueled the hope that ignited the spark that propelled the faith that purely and solely began as only a dream...
