In this vast container of half-light
dwells a soul in process,
weeping, laughing, earthbound,
hungry for heaven.

I seem to be an insignificant mite
in the vast sweep of time and space.
Am I so bold as to think
that death cannot erase me?

Lift the haze from limited sight,
Pull the plugs from impacted ears.
Break through the stiff wall of my heart.
Reveal yourself. Abide with me.

Hungry for heaven.
Pour heaven on me.