He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
by William Butler Yeats
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.
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I am always curious who is the recipient of the heavenly clothes. A lover? A friend? And what dreams do we lay down at the feet of someone….a future spouse? I am such an idealist. I recently became involved with someone very quickly through eHarmony. Not to speak ill of this, but it just hasn’t worked for me at all.
This man seemed only to follow Christ because of his mother. He also only signed up for eHarmony as his mom thought it might be a good idea, only to find out that she didn’t particularly care for me. He became demanding, controlling, and so, as with any relationship where there is not freedom of choice, it descended into a fight and then a break-up.
Yet, how easily I became enmeshed in his world. I traveled to see him on weekends. Went to eat at places that he ate at. Found it thrilling that he was so intelligent, loved his church, and found his part of the country to be quite charming. Even to the point of giving up all of my dreams and laying them down.
I need a backbone. I need someone, too, who won’t tread all over my dreams.
pearl in oyster shell
I think I am finally learning what it means to not to cast your pearls before swine (Matthew 7:6).  Don’t give up your dreams so easily. It’s pretty hard to pick them back up if they’ve been crushed underfoot. It’s doable, just difficult.
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