May I roam without effort
Through the bends of the day
With a mind
Anchored to peace

May I peel back the layers
Of triumph and sorrow
And spear through the heart
Of my earthly trials

But I’ll surely fall
Ever-sullen and sore
Enshrouded by angst
And clouded with fret

And surely the world
Will soar unfazed
As towering saints
Take hold of my dreams