The Dome

Awoke today – I'd had a dream – a building made in Rome,
Where animation arts and crafts were learned beneath a dome;
Creative work by Vatican to teach, produce, and live,
As people learn by doing art their cultured-lives to live.

A place like that grows leadership in multitudes of forms,
Not that this and that, but facets bright designed, then cut from stone;
“The bling" they said, "which world desires most deeply in its heart,
A place where kids can come and learn to lead right from the start.

I thought of Costa Rican hills where farms are changing fast,
And saw potential in such change to help our world at last,
By giving life in such a way linked up through fellowship,
As laughter, love, creative art produces life-ly bliss.

The dream's as big as people are, what's needed are the sparks
To see the needs which people feel – respond, that's how one starts;
Then set them free to do their thing equipped, and trained to give
Their lives within community, impassioned lives to live.

That's not the life, but feeds the lives of the people at the front,
Who struggle to move into life – support like roots and trunk;
Create a way which life can flow to feed the changing leaves,
As seasons of our world rotate, equipped ’fore winter’s breeze.

This town's a center of the arts, and healing here is sought;
There's flow which passes to the world which stable life has brought;
Just plug it in and feed the fish which leave to swim the world –
Fish-hatchery of leadership to mix in global swirl.

When we stand back and ask, "What is this place in which I'm found?"
"What are its strengths and weaknesses?" "Where are its people bound?"
We start to work creatively, not fight the flowing stream,
But feed its life as it goes by, so blessed by where it's been.

Christ said a seed grows to a tree where birds can come and roost,
That says to me community, where one can get a boost;
For birds don't stay there on the branch, but nest, and grow, then leave;
There is a place for nesting-trees which shelter from the breeze.

The rising sun lights up the tips of trees within my view;
The rest is dark, but each can see a piece which they can do;
Some day the sun will light the world – there's leader-types like me,
"Inspiring" more than "leading troops", first-fruits which others see.

That's why I came into this town, I saw their vision bright;
It stopped, of course, as people seized resources in their sight;
But hey, there's lots for everyone – produce, unleash the flow –
It operate the way you wish, thus to the future go.

The sky's the limit – more than that – press out, and up, and in;
Explorer life, robust it is, in present time begin;
Though life is short lived by ourselves, it lengthens here with you,
As we walk hand in hand and live our lives with larger view.

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