The River of Dreams

Spent the day driving around my part of the world, visiting clients in their homes, meeting their families, trying to help them out. As always, a day on the road rejuvenates me..........it also allows me to ponder, wonder and pause. My trip took me along three majestic rivers today. All were glistening in the sun, though the river currents seemed strong and the water looked cold, deep and mysterious. As much as I wanted to stop the car and head down to the shore, I knew that it was best to enjoy them from afar.....to take in the wonder of them. Along the way, I found myself singing this Billy Joel song and contemplating my faith:

The River of Dreams
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
From the mountains of faith
To a river so deep
I must be looking for something
Something sacred I lost
But the river is wide
And it's too hard to cross

And even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and I stand on the shore
And try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find out what I've been looking for

In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear
To a river so deep
And I've been searching for something
Taken out of my soul
Something I would never lose
Something somebody stole

I don't know why I go walking at night
But now I'm tired and I don't want to walk anymore
I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life
Until I find what it is that I've been looking for

In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the jungle of doubt
To a river so deep
I know I'm searching for something
Something so undefined
That it can only be seen
By the eyes of the blind
In the middle of the night

I'm not sure about a life after this
God knows I've never been a spiritual man
Baptized by the fire, I wade into the river
That runs to the promised land
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the desert of truth
To the river so deep
We all end in the ocean
We all start in the streams
We're all carried along
By the river of dreams
In the middle of the night

It was a day of learning, and hearing the stories from some of the people who live under the streetlights of our community. What could be more fulfilling?