A DREAM

Maybe there will come a day
when You’ll see me, while passing by;
accept the flower from my outstretched hands,
press it on Your heart.

Maybe there will come a day
when gently like a butterfly
Your feet will lie on my palms
never more to part.

I’ll embrace Your knees, Beloved,
lean my chin on them,
gaze at Your smiling eyes,
utterly, utterly content.