To Dream…the Impossible Dream… what does that mean to you? What seems out of reach in your life? In the play for which this song was written, Man of La Mancha, Don Quixote explains his quest and the reasons behind it. He saw windmills and believed they were dragons and he fought believing that he was doing a noble deed by killing the evil beasts.
To fight…the unbeatable foe… Sometimes I feel like I am fighting against the wind and it feels as if nothing is being accomplished then suddenly things begin to fall in place and I know that because I am striving to do the right and noble thing in all I do that even though people might deem me crazy, as they did Quixote, I will be proud of myself. You cannot ask for more than that can you?
To bear…with unbearable sorrow…When a mother gives birth it is with agonizing birth pains. You are told to push and from personal experience it feels as if the pain is tearing your insides apart, but the result is the tiny baby to whom you give your heart and are able to hold in your arms. Giving up a relationship that you know isn’t right, walking away from friends that you know are leading you down a garden path that leads straight into hell and causes you a world of trouble isn’t as easy as it should be, to walk away without looking back is painful but the peace you feel in your heart, mind and soul is well worth the pain as the baby is to the mom.
To run…where the brave dare not go…I remember my “Pop” saying that my dad, “the Champ”, would go places on his motorcycle that he wouldn’t even dare to go! Sometimes it is with fear and trepidation that we go into a situation knowing what needs to be done but being fearful to be the one that speaks up!
To right…the unrightable wrong…When I read that line I think of someone that is trying to clean up a mess they have caused by opening their big mouth when they should have kept it shut! I did something recently that I very much regretted. I was trying to bring a group of people together by sending one message to them all asking for peace and goodwill, not thinking that anyone would actually respond, I just wanted them to read and think. One of them wrote and made some statements that could have incensed a part of the group to wrath! I wanted to break my own fingers for thinking I had done a good thing! It’s better to think long and hard before you open mouth and insert foot!
To love…pure and chaste from afar…This is a very hard one to put into practice. People say the heart wants what it wants, but I say when it wants something that is going to cause someone else pain then it is very wrong, just walk away. There is nothing wrong with you feeling love it is putting it into action inappropriately that is wrong.
To try…when your arms are too weary…I think we can all identify with just being bone tired and sometimes I feel I have given everything inside of me to help a situation and then I am asked to do one more thing, so I am learning to say “my arms are too weary to tote that load today”. You have to know when you have gone the stretch to try as hard as you can and then give it up to God.
To reach…the unreachable star…That is the hope for everyone listening to the ramblings of this old girl. That star for me is named Hope, the hope that I can live in such a way as to make myself proud that I actually attained the Impossible Dream.
Reading the first line to each paragraph gives you the words to the most familiar verse of that beautiful song. Read it through and be inspired to get your dream out, dust it off and start over again to dream the impossible dream!
In case you are wondering, after sweating bullets for a while, my faux pas worked out just fine!
DEDICATION OF THE BLOG YOU JUST READ ON THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM
If you are a regular reader of this blog you probably realize that this particular one on the Impossible Dream was an inspiration of mine a few months back when it was originally published. I wanted to publish it for Father’s Day because to me my dad was the living version of this song… these words. He was born of immigrant parents and grew up with one older and three younger brothers and one little sister during the depression. His dad collected rubbish and made a fine living bringing his money in each day and put it on the table for my grandmother to use for bills and food to feed that large family of hungry boys! He made his own way with virtually no help and built churches in California and Arizona that are still thriving churches today. It was his dream to build a church where he could minister the way he wanted to, in love and prayer and on May 8, 1962 he and my mother started a work on 2800 Piedmont Road in Atlanta, Georgia that has grown into a mighty work located now in Marietta, Georgia and led by my brother. Daddy told me not long before he died that with the building of that church, and the physical body of it still stands on Defoor Avenue where my nephew was recently married, was the finish of his dream and since it was doing well he was ready to go. He felt that 95 years was enough to live… none of us agreed with him on that point. But fifty-one years to the day his dream began, May 8, 2013, he walked out of this earthly temple and into the presence of the One he had served for so long, God the Father, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit. I know that family and friends welcomed him there with open arms because he could see them before he closed his eyes and gave up the ghost to accompany this to that Holy City.
This is dedicated to him, The Impossible Dream..