Dream, My Child, and Tell Me Your Dreams

As I reflect on 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
It 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.

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