Poem for Fourth Sunday After Trinity

The Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light;
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W. B. Yeats (1865 -1939)

The word DREAMS comes three times in this short and perhaps the best known and most loved of Yeats’ poems. What are those precious dreams, longings, we consciously cherish? Share them with God in your prayer. Are they what God too longs for you? How about those dreams that come uninvited when we are asleep and undefended? Many people have been experiencing more vivid dreams in this strange lockdown time. The fact that we dream is part of the way we are made as human beings. Pray with them and perhaps share them with a prayer guide. God can reach us through our dreams, as we often see in the Bible. But “tread softly”.
TL