Had I the heavens' 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
I find it not enough just to banish fear. Without embracing something in it's place, the fear may revisit the vacant soul. I continually underestimate the power of dreams. Having reached a point in life of relative stability - strong spirituality, good career, fatherhood, etc - I've neglected the need for the continuation of dreams. Complacency breeds a stagnation which rots away at the heart. We are born explorers, fighters, lovers. Not made to rest still on our laurels. Our aspirations imbue us with the momentum to reach beyond ourselves, to accomplish the improbable. Even if we fall short of lofty goals, we end up soaring higher than we did before.
In the last days,
I will pour out my Spirit on all people.
Your sons and daughters will prophesy,
your young men will see visions,
your old men will dream dreams.
--Acts 2:17