Poem from Stephen

One of the ladies from one of my online critique groups asked members of the group to post a poem by a young man named Stephen Todd Jones who is a writer and poet from Virginia Beach, Virginia.

While a sophomore at Liberty University, he sustained injuries in a car crash that left him in a wheelchair, and this perspective forms the basis for much of his writing. Through his poetry, he gives us a window into his world and his faith.

Please pray for God's comfort and mercy to Stephen and his family in this time.

We Dream Still

Only some dreams

Are God's will

For us to obtain here;

We dream still.

Some are contrary to

His loving fill

Of events for our life.

We dream still.

Some are meant to be

Ours though until

Comes the proper moment,

We dream still.

Some of our dreams

God will not fulfill

For He knows better than we;

We dream still.

We think we know better

From our clouded sill,

Facing what we see dimly;

We dream still.

Through a glass darkly,

We see and we will

What may be impossible;

We dream still.

God, may dreams sifted

Be like wheat until

Chaff is winnowed out;

We dream still.