Sunday: A poem from far far away

[East TX]

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams slip out of reach

Life is an oil soaked otter

Dead on the beach.

But dreams held fast

And lived each day

Lead us to God

And His chosen way.  <(({{><

NOTE   I received this poem today from Central Africa.  It was written by two Missionaries that have established a hospital for children affected with AIDS & HIV.

Its a little tangent from the normal joke; however, I thought someone would enjoy this poem.