I saw it, one night, in a dream: this place, where
no more lack could be.
No lack of health, no lack of time—no lack of
goodness deep in me.
My feet stood on a fertile ground, that spread
beyond horizon's view;
The peace and joy was in the air, and on the
grass, like morning dew.
The sun was not a yellow ball, that hurt to look
it in the eye.
Instead, the light was everywhere, beneath the ground,
above the sky.
My mansion stood upon a hill, I wondered that
it was so grand!
For I had purchased nothing here…no dwelling place,
no plot of land.
My brothers and my sisters all, I knew at once
now, in this place—
Their costumes and facades were gone; my own
mask fell from off my face.
And then they saw me, waking there, and rushed
to greet me, as before.
My heart was bursting with the love which I
remembered more and more.
How could it be I ever left, and lost in memory
what was mine?
What wasted time I've spent in sleep; what joyous
bliss I've left behind.
So now, within the greater dream, of life and
self that's sleeping still—
I know what waits for me, one day: my journey
home, my Father's will.