In my youth, I have always been a dreamer, an idealist.
I would soar the heights of fancy and imagination,
even plumb the depths of meaning and even darkness.
In my imaginings, I could be anyone who I wanted to be.
In my dreams, I could be anywhere I would like to go.
Now, with profound gratitude, I also realize I am more than my dreams.
My reality has been more blessed than even my wildest dreams.
Maybe I did not dream lofty enough;
but even the sky has a limit.
Only goodness, beauty and truth have no limits.
Sometimes I would I imagine myself as one little candle
trying to dispel as much darkness as I can.
I acknowledge that I have received this light as a gift, freely and unmerited.