To dream a thought,
to think a dream,
beyond the reach of deepest green.
Our lives, it might sometimes seem,
is beyond all good of golden gleam,
When grief reaches in
to feel our seams.
Yet there comes a time of priceless desire,
when holy
fire burns off all that is dire;
where friends come dream in boldness of quiet,
to share the visit of life revised,
and sing out the less of silent hope,
til we surrender to truth and say, "yes",
and we try it.

