I have desired you throughout the world, but you are not in the world. Mere reflections, only, hints, footprints, leading to a beyond beyond me. How can I follow you into the sky; I have no wings with which to fly? How might a soul be heaven borne, once born on earth to mourn? I have no answer save my craft, in ignorance, I built a raft to float across this sea of dreams. This storm with terror teems, but the Spirit hovers over the waters.
May I partake and make with you? The Creator’s image, I might also create.
Tale Told 