My Canadian Dream

by Felix
Constantinescu

My Canadian Dream is a human dream. Is

a dream from the Eskimo, our brethren, to the Indian,
our brothers, to me and to every man that walked on
this Earth. A dream of peace and faith, a dream of
truth and love, my dream is big just as Canada is. In
my dream the oceans play an old melody, a tune of
Nature and Man fishing in their waters, with the
Children of Man looking on the shores for curious
shells, just like Isaac Newton. My Canadian dream is a
dream about compassion between the compassionate,
honest work between the honest and the workers,
friendship between friends, brotherhood between
brothers. My Canadian Dream is a dream of poems
published in books in time enough to get to their
readers, of discovered beauty, of short-stories
wanting to inspire effort and humanity. My Canadian
Dream is about a home, about a family or a family of
God, about a church in which you can say your
prayers, where to cry for your sins before God the
Christ, where you can be happy. My Canadian Dream
is about a little peaceful town, about a community
reaching out in charity and Christian love to
everybody who needs the need of God. My Canadian
dream is about going to poor, old or ill people with a
bowl of chicken soup, with a sincere smile, a word
from the Bible and an open heart, is about making
friends with old people just to hear their stories and
their lives and try to pass on the comfort of Jesus
Christ. My Canadian Dream is a human dream. I will
never forget it. But also it is also a dream of the
pilgrim. We have to walk from one star to another
because the earth doesn’t belong to us, because we
belong to the earth. It is a dream of the pilgrim
because when the pilgrim arrives on the peaceful
shore, he belongs to every rock and every unpolluted
pine-tree around him, because he belongs to the God
hidden in the skies above him, because he belongs to
himself just to give and offer himself up. My Canadian
Dream is a Canadian Dream. My Dream of Canada is
about Canada. A dream of a nation peaceful as its
mountains, serene and immanent under the universe.
A dream of honoring the Grandmother as God’s
chosen for society, peace and civility. A dream of
respect for the ones who had none. A dream of study,
work, creation, about being honest and about helping
something grow, like the chrysanthemum flower, like
a big red leaf breathing for us. My Canadian Dream is
a dream of bread and milk and blackberries for
supper. My Canadian Dream is a Good-by and a Hello,
a Farewell and a Welcome. My Canadian Dream is a
tear washing away, and a smile, free, for everybody.