A Prayer In the Dark

As a youth,i thought the sky was heaven. Structured a tower into the condensed clouds but was thrown down by rain and broke into pieces that weren't even. Then i molded my desires into bricks for six days hoping to convert my dreams into reality and rest on the sabath, on day seven. I prayed to God but the devil answered,"am i closer to tell than heaven?",i wondered. Curiously i cross checked the time,only to realize seven comes before six among the days of the week in order, regardless the number. Now that i am grown,i know the truth, Heaven is a spirit, We cant see it, But can only feel it. So i pray with my heart,the answers becomes visible to my eyes when ever i listen with my mind. If life is all vanity and inventions are products of imaginations, then i must live in my mind and dream in reality. When i feel depressed Am i blind?, When confronted with night mares,and i scream out a name i believe is love,am i kind?, Asleep i pray that when i wake,my mind be calm like the water flow down the hill into the stream. because the answer of every prayer is peace. A prayer in the dark, Seek and you shall find.