A kingdom, a Dream

I dream of a kingdom in which I may awake staring over a sun-kissed hill where the sun may enter the east and brighten my home from rise to fall... spring to spring, of rushing currents and seasons were every blossom is blessed by every day of sunshine.

Where I may serve and hold To the sails of my own ship guided by divine wisdom to seek not and know not so that I may always find and faithfully sow, blankets of abundance from my home to cloth those who may come to stay, to heal, to be... this is all I see... the mystery comes to me when these precious thoughts which for years I have held on have not come and yet so close was I with no regret for many lessons I still learn from and at the time had forgotten... lost in a daze of the craze of those who seek satiation outside of their door, their eyes, their soul... I do not seek any more... to be filled, but to overflow... the land deserves as much.