Guest guest Report post Posted December 5, 2009 THE DREAMER (Author - William Johnson) Two men sat in the evening, by the fireside's cheery glow; Watching the ghost of shadows, that flickered too and fro.Each pulled on his pipe in silence, their minds were far away; On a mountain they had climbed together, to watch the close of the day.Alike were they as two brothers, in all things excepting the mind; For one recalled the glorious sunset, the other - only the climb.And when they had at last reached the summit, the heart of the one knew no thrill; For he saw mountains, just that, nothing more, the other, a creative will. When up from the far horizon, billowing clouds had come;To the one they cast welcome shadows, to the other they but hid the sun. One saw in the storm's wild fury, part of an infinite plan;For he had the soul of a dreamer, while the other was only a man. To him life is but a treadmill, with no beauty to lighten the pain;He sees not the far horizon, for he n'eer looks up from the plain. To the other life is like a highway, and his joy in it knows no end;Each turn but hides greater beauty, each person he meets is a friend. Oh God let me be the dreamer, with eyes to see deep in the day;Who can look at a man and see more of the soul, and less of the common clay. That I might know joy in sorrow, and in all things see the work of thy hand;Yes God let me be the dreamer, and let someone else be the man. -- With Love,Ganesh BabaMy Group: Kriyababa_spiritualjourney- (Send a blank email) Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
