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Bless Me A Dream

Everyone has a prayer.

This is mine.

Bless me a dream

which I don’t have to buy.


Give me a hope

that quickly doesn’t fade away.


Sing me a prayer

in times of difficult choices.


Show me a path

when everything else is imprecise.


Draw me a God

when I need to hold on.


Usher me a life

that would be worth my love.


  1. September 1, 2012 at 11:06 pm


  2. September 1, 2012 at 11:09 pm

    We’re on the same wavelength today x

  3. September 1, 2012 at 11:26 pm

    sincere prayer with a sincere thought,
    words of hope from a
    innocent heart!

    🙂 🙂 a noble prayer

    • September 1, 2012 at 11:34 pm

      yup it is..still a prayer

      • September 1, 2012 at 11:35 pm

        will be realized soon in reality…

      • September 1, 2012 at 11:36 pm


  4. September 1, 2012 at 11:28 pm

    Give me smile, when i cannot hold tears… 😉
    Nice one friend! 🙂

    • September 1, 2012 at 11:35 pm

      would surely hold onto that one !

  5. September 1, 2012 at 11:33 pm

    Now this is what they call a masterpiece!!

    So honest and beautiful. Woah!

    • September 1, 2012 at 11:35 pm

      mesmerized with your comment…thanks a ton Archie !

  6. September 1, 2012 at 11:52 pm

    Honest, simple and yet the epitome of what everyone – or at least every sensitive human being – is looking for, ultimately. So often sung, so rarely heard or rather… listened to!

    • September 1, 2012 at 11:54 pm

      we, as a dominant race, are still so weak…still, our strength lies in our prayers and how well we understand what we wish for.

      Thanks Pauli

  7. September 2, 2012 at 1:43 am

    As always, your words make me sigh and feel as if I have just been given something so special. I thank you for that. Here is a video defining prayer from the teaching of the Kaballah. Thought you might find it interesting and thought provoking. http://youtu.be/1mFRUGDY8Ao Hugs, pat

    • September 2, 2012 at 1:44 am

      Thanks for those inspiring words that fuel my hunger to be a better man….off to the link !

  8. September 2, 2012 at 3:17 am

    It’s such a pure prayer in few lines, much is said..
    my favorite was the starting couplet; it’s true we’re living in a world that even dreams seem to be traded…
    Peace & Light

  9. September 2, 2012 at 8:43 am

    These resonate with me now more than ever! Nicely written 🙂

    • September 2, 2012 at 8:47 am

      for you then they shall be !

  10. September 2, 2012 at 10:40 am

    Beautiful prayer…i love the the line “Bless me a dream, which i don’t have to buy”.

  11. September 2, 2012 at 2:24 pm

    Very strong and sincere. Thank you.

    • September 2, 2012 at 2:47 pm

      thank you for stopping by !!! 🙂

  12. September 3, 2012 at 1:32 pm

    This award is for your sweet blog


    Super Sweet Blogging Award

    Keep blogging 🙂

    • September 3, 2012 at 4:34 pm

      Thank You So Very Much 🙂

      • September 4, 2012 at 6:09 am

        welcome so very much 🙂 hahahhahaha

  13. September 4, 2012 at 2:12 am

    Your way with words is captivating. Draw me a dream with the best world of words. You’ve done that! Thank you! xoxox JanBeek

    • September 4, 2012 at 9:33 am

      just a dream to be whole.
      thank you ma’am

  14. Asifa Zunaidha
    September 13, 2012 at 10:59 pm

    You are already blessed 🙂

    • September 17, 2012 at 8:13 pm

      blessed we all are indeed !

  15. September 21, 2012 at 9:46 pm

    Holy shet!
    What a great story!
    reminds me of my friend Eva’s nana. She, and him would have coffee every morning and talk for hours, laughing, and she would, tell him how full a crap he was when he still had his same old ways after 30 years of being dead. the kids had never met their tata. They would ask her what he said, and she would interrupt their sometimes heated debates, to tell them what he was saying. Have never met a family with such depth and soul and grit and love of living as the family that couple, raised. They had recognized each other at first sight. He was 14. She was 8. he waited for her to grow up. She know he was waiting. Then, he waited for her to go to, unthinkable, collage. they married in their twenties, when she was long past old maid. He died in his forties, and she lived with him every morning, into her 80s. She was happy. she had scolded him at his funeral, too. She was like what the hell dude? You promised to never leave me.
    I won’t.
    And he didn’t.
    I keep some of her things, Eva game them to me. They feel magic to me.
    So, I love your story!

    • September 21, 2012 at 9:58 pm

      appreciate your connection !

  16. September 21, 2012 at 9:53 pm

    What will we do when such stories are commonplace and no longer surprise us?

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