To sleep – perchance to dream
of angels and stair ways,
wondrous things of heaven
come to touch the earth
and mortals dwelling here ...
To sleep – perchance to dream
sweet Holy whispers nothing
could prepare your heart
to hear, such promises, such
stuff to make our dreams ...
To sleep – perchance to dream
such hope to carry into waking,
making fools of us, staking
claims on us to fly
into such newness of life!
To dream, and wake from sleep,
perchance to see, at last,
the presence of the Holy, here,
on earth amidst these fools,
the madness – here – in peace ...
To dream, to wake to live
the Dream of Holy One
that calls us from our slumber,
to wonder at the gateway,
things of heaven and of earth!
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