nothing more than wishes

When we are small, we have big dreams.
         Teacher, doctor, firefighter, policeman, missionary, president, world-shaker.
  It seems,
       somehow,
           the bigger we get
                        the smaller our dreams.

Why is that, do you think?

     Is it because we grow practical,
 understand we have limits?
  Or is it because,
              as we get older,
        we begin to believe the voices that say
                     No, you can't; you never will?

   How do we ever hope to keep dreaming
                                 without becoming dejected?

          Maybe, just maybe,
    it has to do with Who we choose to believe,
               with the Voice we decide to hear.

 Maybe, it's believing that Jesus takes the tattered smallness,
               and makes it grand and beautiful,
                    that makes us shoot for the moon,
              yet remain content with the earth.