So Dream On


Who are we to abide, still, by our dreams, the uncivilized renegades that we so often are? We who were born of no money, no power, no prepossessing skills?
Eternally branded with the poverty of time, few are the moments credited to us from before our first breath. And every bob and weave brutally remind us of our last.
Still, we dream.
May our hearts always overwhelm our heads, for the heavens still await our one true measure.
We are the people of the gift, forever charged

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Tom Zampino is an attorney in private practice in New York City who makes his home on Long Island. He and his beautiful and accomplished wife have raised two fantastic daughters, four cats, two dogs, and various other domesticated creatures over the past three decades. He formerly blogged at the Catholic Channel at Patheos.


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