I dreamt I had a home
near but far away
a place where I could go
to leave these darker days.
It only had four walls
and a roof that sometimes leaked.
Inside of it was all
I felt I’d ever need.
A bed for two
a morning view
and walls to keep us warm.
Safe from storms
behind locked doors
all my fears were gone.
I wake with a start
a lump in my heart
and dreams of a far-off home.
As I roll over
and tears fill my eyes
the dream grows colder
in my dark and empty mind.
But then you touch my heart.
The presence of you
gives me a home.
Whatever I lose
I won’t be alone.
Rarely do we find ourselves exactly where we want to be. More often than not, we are looking in the distance, focusing on the dreams we believe will give us satisfaction. The perspective we take in response to our dreams is very important, perhaps more important than the dreams themselves. The narrator in this poem dreams of a home—nothing extravagant, simply a safe place to live with their companion. But, as the narrator wakes from their dream, they return to their world and the likelihood of ever achieving their dream.
Despair and cynicism often follow when our dreams stay dreams. But perhaps that is because we often look for fulfillment in the wrong places. Even good things, such as relationships and security, can only give us fulfillment and peace for so long. As humans, we are wired to seek something greater, peace and fulfillment inside. To my knowledge, that can only be achieved through Jesus Christ, who offers us a home wherever we find ourselves. And, while we may not receive our dream house, He will give us more fulfillment than any material security or relationship can. I believe that is the point The Founder is trying to communicate through this poem.
Hope Mixes
—The Translator
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