Dream a dream

 
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Thursday of 16th week, based on Matthew 13:10-17

Then the disciples came and asked him, “Why do you speak to them in parables?” He answered, “To you it has been given to know the secrets of the kingdom of heaven, but to them it has not been given. For to those who have, more will be given, and they will have an abundance; but from those who have nothing, even what they have will be taken away. The reason I speak to them in parables is that ‘seeing they do not perceive, and hearing they do not listen, nor do they understand.’ With them indeed is fulfilled the prophecy of Isaiah that says: ‘You will indeed listen, but never understand, and you will indeed look, but never perceive. For this people’s heart has grown dull, and their ears are hard of hearing, and they have shut their eyes; so that they might not look with their eyes, and listen with their ears, and understand with their heart and turn— and I would heal them.’ But blessed are your eyes, for they see, and your ears, for they hear. Truly I tell you, many prophets and righteous people longed to see what you see, but did not see it, and to hear what you hear, but did not hear it.


Scripture passage from the New Revised Standard Version Bible: Catholic Edition, copyright 1989, 1993, Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

2 thoughts on “Dream a dream

  1. Thank you.

    Prayer

    I dreamed that you had touched me
    And filled my life with joy
    With the mercy and the goodness
    That time cannot destroy

    I dreamed that our had heard me
    And did not turn away
    That you really, truly loved me
    Though I knew not what to say

    I dreamed that you had seen me
    And I didn’t know what to do
    Running round in circles
    Looking oh so hard for you

    I dreamed that you had blessed me
    With your everlasting grace
    And with your goodness had transformed
    My very time and space

    I dreamed I was a beggar
    Truly lost in space and time
    And without my being worthy
    You’d shared your love divine

    I woke up and I wondered
    Was it really somehow true
    That you were standing at my door
    Asking me to be with you

    Are you really my Redeemer
    That has come to set me free
    From the shackles and the shadows
    That do not let me see

    That it was you who dreamed of me
    And died that I might see
    That one with you forever
    Your true friend I might be

    © Jim Espinosa 2009

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