So again I dreamed.
I dreamed of a hunk – of a man that makes things happen; of a man who dreams, believes, leads, achieves; of a man when he opens his eyes he sees possibilities; of a man comfortable with his own strength and his own weakness and confident in the human potential; of a man, who, enriching the lives of others knows he is enriching his own; a beautiful man; a brilliant man; a man willing to invite others into the secrets of his personal quest, whose personal quest is a shared quest; a strong man, not a bully; a man that knows he is no stronger than the company he keeps; a man whose foundation is a solid foundation, not one built by daily vicissitudes, nor of fickle friendships, nor with frailties, nor of fears, but one built on an eternal promise, a promise that is kept, because he keeps it, and I keep it, a foundation built on faith in that promise, the promise that we are all one, for if the toe hurts the body knows the pain, and when the arm is cut off the body is not the same; a man who can say of a surety, “I can. You can. We can. So let’s get it done. Let us do it together, if you will. Do it alone, if you prefer. Whatever we do, let it be done for benefit, not for hurt. Let us do it for good, not for evil, nor with ill will. Let’s keep each other strong. There are wounds. Let’s help heal these wounds, because we can. We know we can. So, let’s keep each other strong. I want to let my light shine. Some times you’ll see it flicker. Sometimes you’ll see its smoke. But I will let my light shine. See your way along my beam, as you go, and let your light shine; it’ll help me see my way too. Let us shine our lights together so that they will see.”
I dreamed. And when I awoke a man stood before me. And I heard a song, an en vogue song. What a man!
What a man! What a man! What a mighty good man!
I heard many throngs, near and far, calling his name out loud. Barak. Barak. Barak Obama! Yes, we can!
I asked: who is this man? What brought him here? Before they could answer I remembered: I dreamed him into being. Ha-ha-hah.
Yes, I dreamed him and he came. And he took the field with open arms, like a man after mine own heart.
Ah, change - this sweet fruit of hope! I am pleased. I am so pleased - no bitter bite, no squiggly worm, no tin within its seed, I trust, for I am so pleased.
Wouldn’t you be?
If he were your dream, wouldn't you be pleased too?
He's my brother. Ha-ha-hah!
And still I dream ....
by Neville DeAngelou
The Dreamer
Excerpts from The Hunk I Dreamed
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