If the soul had eyes unshadowed by br that restless fog that shorts my mortal stature; br eyes so bright with dazzling holy light br reflected pure from every living creature - br br and if the soul were minded by itself br thus hearing every being that moves and lives br sing of its perfect greatness and its wealth, br give of itself as God forever gives – br br and if the soul might always choose the best br unhindered by the tempting, ceaseless play br of magic new creation far from rest – br what then would be my Truth, my Life, my Way? br br So may I dream – dream in God’s soul and mind; br so dream myself awake - this true to find..