from the challenge

I am waking from the sleep I read into the dawn of hope on high and faith is grown
I wonder if night molds my waking world with greater harmony
I hear  love whispering through dying the dead live again and again with every memory
I see feathers on each writer's quill with inky life or death unstilled
I want no greater path than this
I am waking from the sleep I read into the dawn of hope on high and faith is grown
I pretend that pretense is a friend
I feel for the loving touch of my friend by my side
I touch His heart and of this touch there is no end
I worry not for some sad tomorrow
I cry "Hold fast your joy! Borrow mine you may"
I am waking from the sleep I read into the dawn of hope on high and faith is grown
I understand quite less with the more I know
I say I will wake with dreams aglow
I dream of the feet upon that shore waiting to help me all the more             I try to help with faith and hope to grow
I hope to show the way He knows
I am waking from the sleep I read into the dawn of hope on high and faith is grown