As I look at pictures from
the March on Washington,
I wonder what dreams have been realized
and which have been forgotten.
Thoughts of justice, equality, reconciliation
sometimes feel so futile,
when the world seems to want to return
to times feudal.
No matter what seems to stand in the way.
No matter if it feels like all progress is rescinded.
today is always the day
to dream on.
But, let this not be forgotten,
the Dream must live
if it is to live at all.