DREAM, MY CHILD, AND TELL ME YOUR DREAMS.

As I reflect on this MLK, Jr. Day, my heart sings these thoughts:

 
Every child dreams of a life fulfilled

Every child dreams of being known

Every child dreams of being loved 

Every child needs to be held

Every child needs to be nourished

Every child needs to belong

Hearts of innocence and wonder can harden

Voices telling them they don’t matter

Finding themselves unseen and unheard

All will find ways of expression

Some creative, some destructive, some violent 

All hungry for connection

What if every child knew love,

No matter skin color, country of origin, religious beliefs of their families,

What if every child was told they had something good to offer the world?

What if every child was told they could 

That someone who cared was watching

And cheering them on

What if every child was told they matter

What if every child had nutritious food, clean water, access to education?

What if every child in this world had a chance

to believe that all things are possible?

Today, look into the heart of the child near you

He or she may be a child of two, or forty-two, or eighty-two

Really look, with eyes filled with love

Dreams are waiting to be birthed, to be spoken

All a child wants is to be asked

“What do you desire? Tell me about your dreams.”

And to be told that with God, all things are possible.