I had a dream last night
That we were all floating up to G-d
In wonderful, colorful balloons,
Some of us were waving to each other
And calling out in song
Others were just enjoying the view

Waking, all have things we have
To do, to make, to remember, to do
Filled the air with a kind of warmth
That lifts us up, sending us off
To pick up the chaos
And make something of it
How do we do this with so much in
The way? Our love, our fears, our
Stigmas, our pain, our trying to forget.
Those who succeed, those who do not
All on, upon, in our way.

In this dream there are so many laughing,
Happy people, waving to each other,
Chatting as they fly to G-d
These people have always laughed,
Always had friends, always bonded
To each other.

The quiet ones have always been
Mysterious, out-of-tune with the chatter
Of the Radio of life,
With the crowd, but when met
Alone, one-on-one, one finds
They are also with G-d,
Also happy souls who sing quietly
Still with G-d, All the same.

We know not the Tzaddik who live
Within our cities, our villages, our Shtetls.
We know not the Tzaddiks who hold
Up the world with the slightest strings in flight,
It would be vain to say we do

Tzaddiks doing things
That appear to do so little
Speaking to animals,
Listening to trees,
Fabricating new existences with G-d
We hardly notice
That they contribute.

In my dream, G-d embraces All.
He knows what we have all done
And he cries sometimes as he holds us
For he loves all his children.

Love for all mankind, Lisa Tremback