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When We Cease To Dream
by John Herlihy → (All Poetry by John Herlihy)
Wednesday, September 16, 2020 Rated "G" by the Author.

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- When We Cease to Dream -- John Herlihy When we cease to dream, What will be left to imagine? When we give up the impossible, What will be left to fathom? When we no longer know who we are, What will be left of who we might be? When we no longer see the invisible, What will be left to see? When we no longer know what we think, What will be left of what we can do? When we no longer desire what we want, What will be left of what we knew? When we no longer hear the inaudible, What will be left to hear? When we no longer appreciate taste, What will be left but a tear? When we no longer feel another’s touch, What will be left of the caress? When we no longer recognize our sin, What will be left to confess? When the Spirit sings sweetly, The whole universe stands in display. If the Spirit ever ceases to dream, Heaven and Earth will pass away. - - - - - - Copyright © John Herlihy Tuesday 14 July 2020

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on October 13, 2020

I LIKE THIS VIEW OF THE SOUL FROM THE ASPECT OF ...WHEN IT SINGS, IT IS DREAMING. HMMMMMMM, SOUNDS VERY UPLIFTING, I MEAN...I CAN ONLY GRATEFULLY ACKNOWLEDGE THE DELUGE OF HYMNS THAT HAVE BEEN WRITTEN WHILE THE SOUL WAS DREAMING OF THAT...BRIGHT ETERNAL DAY! I PRAY THAT THE SOUL NEVER CEASES TO DREAM OF THAT PROMISE TO COME...AS IT ENCOURAGES US TO PRESS ON! SO INSPIRING AND ENJOYED. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS +INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Rebecca McKeehan

Reviewed on September 18, 2020

To cease to dream is to give up hope. Or is it in giving up hope that we cease to dream? Either way it robs life of beauty and meaning. What good is living without them?

Rebecca

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on September 16, 2020

such losses and we lose what is the best of us, let your spirit sing the joy of each moment we are granted, thank you John

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Lots of very cogent questions. Why I don't believe in the soul. For our imagination, our dreaming, is adequately fueled by our senses. Losing those, we lose a part of our ability to dream.

I have lost feeling in a good part of my body. A lovely caress of those parts brings varied responses to my brain: I might feel nothing. I might feel burning. I might feel sharp pain. I might feel dull pain. I have even found that a gentle caress can be very irritating like ants biting. Giving me a far different dream than someone with full feeling on their skin.

And I have lost some of my hearing. That can be very frustrating when trying to converse with someone that has a very light voice or a certain accent or tone that I don't pick up well. My dreams are not enhanced by gibberish.

Ron