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A Riff on “The Impossible Dream”

by Ken Ireland
For A.G.
first published St Ignatius Day, 2010
revised December 17th, 2010

I don’t know if it’s possible
but I’ll continue to dream it,
juggling obscure or fine points when I have to
to lend it a kind of reality.

I’m just a guy trying to be real,
glimpsing at men walking down the sidewalk
and wondering.

You showed me where you fit
that flight of stairs with the return into a tight corner.
Now you—anyone really—can climb up under
the rafters and look out from
where you opened the roof to the sun.

I knew that hope wasn’t dead forever,
even though I tried to murder it.
But some kinds of hope are just virtuous dreaming.

The carpenter hasn’t hammered the last nail—
I heard his banging for the first time in many years
when I thought he too had vanished.

I’m just a guy dreaming back to last night,
glimpsing at the men walking down the sidewalk,
wondering what they dream of.

What was it that disappeared before
we noticed something missing?
Was that the dream?
How could I have mis…

...That sinking feeling in the bottom of your stomach

Regret, that sinking feeling in the bottom of your stomach. We’ve all been there, wishing we could have another chance. But, it is in this very feeling in which our return to the One happens. The Divine Essence is always seeking our return to Him, waiting for us to seek reconciliation with Him and wash away the mistake. And we give ourselves plenty of opportunity for returning. Darkness wants you to keep mistakes hidden but once you bring the Light in, the experience fades and leaves the lesson. Turn back to the Essence of the One and rejoice that the mistake opened the door for reconnection.