All Dreams Matter

All Dreams Matter In a dream I envisioned all of the “protestors” dropping their banners, joining hands, making an agreement to meet every evening for as long as necessary to bring about the changes that would ensure the meaning of the lives that matter. Imagine what could happen if those thousands of people gathered in a neighborhood, walked through the streets and playgrounds picking up the drug paraphernalia that endangers their children; sat on the park benches as children played of a summer evening; stood as one in the face of the drug dealers. Imagine what could happen if the preachers stopped preaching and started acting; politicians stopped pontificating, showed up when the camera crews left. Imagine what could happen if the protestors stopped shouting and started talking to each other, listening to each other, sat down with each other to share a cup of coffee, a sunset, an evening without fear. All lives matter…..to someone….Every death is a scar upon humanity. Every tear an acid pain etched into a heart, every night an endless darkness, every sunrise an emptiness. I dream dreams too long dreamt, too long unfulfilled. I close my eyes in silent protest of shattered dreams hoping that somehow we can piece the dreams together because all dreams matter. John G. Lawless 7/14/2015