Looking forward into the light,
Over lost faith,
Onto perfect sight,
Knocking, the door of forbidden knowledge,
I begin to see what no others can,
Night hawks cry for peace,
God, please hold my hand!

Fast is the bewilderment,
Only if I could understand,
Rewards, come only to the patient,
Wanting, only the delusion of seclusion,
And, separation from pain,
Reaching, into the past to grasp the future,
Dedication of the soul!!

To be pure love,
Only to find separation of the spirit,

To survive the tempest,

Only why should the child cry,

Teach me how to pray, oh, Lord!
Heal those who lost their way,
Enrich, the peasant!

Loves, pure light,
I see through the crystal sphere,
Ghosts from the past want me!
Heaven is only...
Tomorrow is another day to hope!

© William Stephen Foos