The Dream
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("Anagogical Moments Merit Badge", 2011, original oil)
The Dream
In a dream I talk to a young man in his prime,
A bit of a wandering missionary type
Eager to engage in spiritual dialogue,
And he asks if I’ve ever been to his
Beverly Hills sports bar called The Dream.
I reply I’ve never even been to Beverly Hills
But that it reminds me
Of the philosophical question
Of there being two kinds of people;
Those who say life is a dream, and
Those who say life is like a dream.
But as I ask him what he thinks of this
Basic dichotomy of spiritual insight
I wake, and
Lay in bed in the pre-dawn dark
Wondering who he was, and the challenge he represents.
I concluded that he was Christ,
The modern day kind
Who’d own a sports bar on Rodeo Drive
In that shining City of Angels.
I liked that he’d name his place
The Dream, and that it would be a welcoming place
For both kinds of spiritual seekers.
I then wondered how many bars
Across this vast country have the same name,
And how I’d like to do a pilgrimage to them all
Meeting their patrons, sampling their fare
And seeing all the faces Christ presents
In the world today.
It would make a good book,
Maybe not The Good Book,
But an interesting one nonetheless.
And within its pages the dichotomy of the dream
Would become transparently clear;
That while the two seem different,
Even mutually exclusive points of view,
They aren’t.
And that’s the beauty of The Dream
It welcomes all.
(1/19/24)
Copyright © James Moore | Year Posted 2024
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