Carried by hope,
Lifted by dreams,
I fly through foreign lands,
Looking for paradise.
What I find
Does not even come close.
What I have is a glimpse of a star,
An echo of a song,
An ember of a flame.
What I hold onto
Is a piece of something
Much bigger than myself,
Something that, indeed,
Holds me.
Between the soft billows
Of grey clouds upon the horizon,
A soul-piercing beam
Of red-hot sunlight
Pokes its face out
To say hello.
“Wake up!” it calls
To sleepy heads,
Closed minds,
Closed hearts.
“Have mercy!” it pleads.
Deep down, there is compassion.
Beneath the rough-hewn shell,
There is a being
Formed in the image of God.
Deep down,
Below the ground,
Lie mysteries unfound,
Dancing to the sound
Of hymns unsung,
Filling the air
To heights unreached,
Clouding the mind,
Yet stirring the soul.
Tomorrow is grey,
But yesterday is clear as a bell.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 