The Orchestra And Me Poem by Curtis Johnson

I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way.
There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class.
I, a student, was filled with more than a little anxiety as I awaited my turn to weigh in on the class discussion.
Staring at the lesson sheet, I saw pictures only, but no words. The pictures spoke volumes without
uttering a sound, painting and designing picture-perfect cycles of my life. There was a portrait of children playing football that demonstrated my life as one filled with running and stopping, tackling and being tackled, catching but also dropping and fumbling, incomplete passes as well as completed ones. There were touchdowns and more wins than loses. Who could ask for more?

Then there was the picture of a wrestlling match, which certainly
mirrors the combats, conflicts, and contentions of my life.
Lastly, there was a third portrait that is presently a bit vague to me which signals a life with bits of mystery, and one sometimes touched with a sense
of wonder and questions. Even in the vagueness, something tells me that
inertia was not an option and survival was mandatory. The three portraits
speak to the realization that my life, as might be of yours as well, is an ongoing musical presentation that has never been nor will ever be 'a solo' but rather 'one grand orchestra' designed to serve me until I reach my final
purpose. That orchestra is all that connects and combines to make
our lives a success. One of the great keys is keeping in step and in tune with God's ordained orchestra. No, it was not prophetic in the forward sense, yet there was an observation that revealed what the present is all about. And there was the reassurance that the future has the potential o being fantastic as I blend in with that grand orchestra provided just for me by God with Christ at the very core of my soul, never leaving or forsaking me. Some dreams are so brief but filled with abiding content.
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