Humming train and sleepless brow,
Will you dream of beauty still?
Does your heart race and race,
Only to think of streams and mud?
Tall forests fill your mind,
A place to feel small (the good kind).
Yet have you heard that places gnaw?
They itch a scratch that only grows.
You want forever and a scene too,
Yet there is one place prepared for you.
It has windows, it has a lake,
Light steams in and no one can take.
Dear friend, dear soul,
Tonight do not quake.
The earth give way but your not only flesh.
Your creator grants eternity.
So hold on to hope larger than place,
Dream and dream but do not grow faint.
Breathe in and out and this remember:
Your lungs speak truth-
God loves wonder.