Spiritual

I am the singer of songs, Dreamer of dreams am I; And I will sing the songs of the Earth To the enchanted sky. Build me a city of glass, Change every metal to gold;

‘That’s awesome!’ How easily they’re awed! (or just, not bored?) a word to measure surprise and pleasure? is that the depth of awe? Is there no more? – a wonder inexplicable,

Go and bathe your deepest troubles in the ocean that an enormous, sinking sun has set ablaze; bury the mountain of your sorrows in a flowering field on the bluest and brightest of Summer days

I know how much You love me in spite of my shortcomings.