The Drifter's Dream

‘A drifter on a sea of others' expectations am I. I know not from whence I came, nor where I go. But I know where I would like to go And whom I would wish to be with. Lord, when will these rough waters subside? When will I cease to drift Upon this sea of others' expectations? This raft I float on is a dream I hold onto desperately... A dream of a life I wish to live... it's, oh, so simple. Why does it seem to be too much to ask for, in all its simplicity? ’ 'What is your dream? ' ‘To watch my children play in fields of billowing grass, To hear the one I love speak in soft sweet tones at night. To grow old in a house, a house I made into a home; A place where my family can rest their heads in safety, No matter how old they are. But, no... I am but a drifter on a sea of others' expectations! ’ 'Look ahead, dear child of My love, for there is land in sight. You may have what you ask for. Because what you ask for does not sustain your mortal body, But your immortal soul! ' 'Oh! To have my dream become reality! I thank You, Father, Lord of my soul, I thank You. For all eternity, I shall give You thanks.' 'The shore is still far away, My child, But if you hold onto your hope and your faith, Your dream shall be yours. Be patient, child.' 'Thank You, Father.' 'You're welcome, child.' Adapted by Denis Martindale, October 2010. This is a tribute poem based on the original by Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk: Hope of those a drift (on poemhunter-dot-com) Tolly has agreed to the sharing of the poem.