Dreaming

     I've read through this poem a couple of times savoring it. Eliot's imagery sparked my imagination. During my first reading, I believed this poem to simply be beautiful, but there is so much more.
     In the beginning Eliot keeps mentioning time. "And indeed there will be time..." The word time is used eleven times throughout this poem. In the beginning there is time. Time to do whatever he wants. Isn't it that the way with us? We are just starting out. We have time to visit London, read a book series, find love, break hearts. Or perhaps some will go the darker route of life - Eliot does mention murder. We have time to make mistakes, second guess, waste. However, just like in this poem, time flies by.
     Before he knows it, he is balding and aging. We are all told college is over before we know it. That we'll blink our eyes and we'll be forty, married with 2.5 kids. Through this poem Eliot is realizing the same thing, and soon he is asking "would it have been". Personally, this question pops in my head quite a bit. The what if's of life... Then Eliot is at the beach after much time has passed, and I love the last line, "Till human voices wake us, and we drown."
    He is dreaming of mermaids, just as earlier, he was dreaming of what to do with his life. I am a dreamer. I dream of all the possibilities this world and my God have to offer. Doctor, author, teacher, missionary, parent, wife, single-pringle, books, Paris, London, New York, Uganda, and do not get me started on books. Life seems forever long and our possibilities endless. However, life is a vapor, and Eliot is illustrating that. It can be slightly nerve-racking. I've experienced that too many times, but my God is an amazing author. I trust the plan He has written out for me, and I trust it is going to be amazing. Just got to take it one step at a time...

P.S. I commented on Griff's!