I Dream, I Dream

I dream of the heavens
I dream of the skies
I dream of the Earth rotating
I see towns but more I see
Woods, country, animals,
And Night with things of
The Night I see
And that be why, my Monsignor,
My verses lead me to this poesy.

You
Ask
My
Monsignor
You
Ask
Continually
Why
Do
You
Sing
Verses
Such
As
You
Sing
And
I
Reply
Look
From
On
High
And
See
Below
The
Woods
The
Fields
The
Things
Of
Them
And
Of
Night
And
Of
Dawn
The
Glories
Of
The
Works
Of
Man
From
on
high
my
Monsignor
All
These
We
Have
We
One
Earth
community
Earth
In
unity
And
That
Be
why
Of
These
I
My
soul
I
Sing
For
These
We have
My Monsignor.

by Emmanuel George Cefai

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