Too often come the times when we must act
Against our dreams, and in this choice step out
Not softly nor as timid ones. In fact,
We deign to boldly go despite our doubt.
And love compels our footsteps: honor, trust;
We cling to these as anchors in the storm,
Enough to hold us steady. We adjust
The dream we loved for those who love us more.
There is no condemnation. Not for those
Who give to God their futures and move on.
For this is true for all of life: it goes;
So live in joy despite the dreams foregone.
You'll find your dreams will change or else recur
When time returns your steps to hope deferred.
postscript
A beymorlin sonnet. Can I get an amen? This one kind of oozed out of me rather than flowed. I've been writing too much prose lately.