Fais de ta vie un rve et dun rve une ralit.

Ships at a distance have every mans wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon never out of sight never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation his dreams mocked to death by Time.

The girl dreams she is dangerously ill. Suddenly birds come out of her skin and cover her completely ... Swarms of gnats obscure the sun the moon and all the stars except one. That one start falls upon the dreamer.

There is power in a Lady who trusts in God-a lady who has put all her eggs in Gods basket. Women possess some gift that touches the heart of God. This gift is so powerful that Jeremiah the weeping prophet who was known for his great compassion found himself needing the intercession of women to tap into this power. The Lord asked Him to send for the women to let them take up wailing as God knew His ears are open to the cry of distressed women

For I have always been a seeker a dreamer and a ponderer on seeking and dreaming...

I dont know where dreams come from. Sometimes I wonder if theyre genetic memories or messages from something divine. Warnings perhaps. Maybe we do come with an instruction booklet but were too dense to read it because weve dismissed it as the irrational waste product of the rational mind. Sometimes I think all the answers we need are buried in our slumbering subconscious int he dreaming. The booklet right there and ever night when we lay our heads down on the pillow it flips open. The wise read it heed it. The rest of us try as hard as we can upon awakening to forget any disturbing revelations we might have found there.

There is no substitute for your impassioned prayers on behalf of your children

Put work into your dreams.

My prayers my tears my wishes fears and lamentations were witnessed by myself and heaven alone. When we are harassed by sorrows or anxieties or long oppressed by any powerful feelings which we must keep to ourselves for which we can obtain and seek no sympathy from any living creature and which yet we cannot or will not wholly crush we often naturally seek relief in poetryand often find it toowhether in the effusions of others which seem to harmonize with our existing case or in our own attempts to give utterance to those thoughts and feelings in strains less musical perchance but more appropriate and therefore more penetrating and sympathetic and for the time more soothing or more powerful to rouse and to unburden the oppressed and swollen heart.

If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time who still questions the power of our Democracy Tonight is your answer.