This is Ilbe, Office of Unclaimed Property, Hopes and Wishes. He retrieves and safeguards our forgotten dreams. I imagine him in his cubby with long lost hopes and wishes, neatly parcelled and labelled with the owner's name. His storage space is not infinite and he every so often he checks the dates on the parcels, tutting and shaking his head as he moves along the shelves.
Ilbe wants us to know that our dreams are within reach but will need a little more work. We may think we are not ready for this or we might have given up hope altogether. This is when Ilbe becomes impatient issuing reminders, in the form of events and happenstances, that what we thought we had lost can now be retrieved.
I will never ask you
to bring me precious gifts
but I will ask you
to become worthy of receiving gifts