Dreaming Our Way Through

DREAMING OUR WAY THROUGH

Sometimes when things get so bad, we must dream our way through. Yes, it is bad. It has never been worse. We have no justice. We have no way of life. We have nothing to do but line up and wait. Wait for what? Was it Paha Sapa? We don’t know anymore.

I know you did not want to let go of my hand. I know you didn’t. I was in this little boat heading toward a very nasty piece in the river. I was going through the rapids and heading toward the falls. I could not see it coming. But you did. Many times you asked me to come away, to fly away up to the moon with you. But we have rocks, and we have water, and the fire has already been started. I cannot turn back now. It’s going to be a dangerous ride. I did not ask you to get in the boat. Don’t feel bad you let go of my hand. You looked down because you had to. I looked up because I had to. Don’t feel bad.

You looked down and saw the monster so hideous, ugly, totally depraved. You saw your wife selling the children to the Church , and the Church sodomized your sons. You sent your daughters to school where they trained to be whores. You went to court, and you found not wisdom, but a slut occupying the Chambers, a well kept whore of justice. You screamed to your uncle and father to do something, but they just kept playing, since they were high stakes rollers. Gone was your grocery money, gone the money for the heat and lights. Gone are your children. They are now pimping and selling themselves in the streets.

I never wanted to be you. I never knew you. But now I do. I have survived the nightmare. Now I can see more clearly who you are. And I also see the dream walking above us. Come. Take my hand. Let us walk together. Let us see where God might be hiding.