Failure

Because I have been unable
In my waking existence
To create the life I desire

Because I have been unable to find peace
Joy and abundance

Because I cannot raise the dead
Spontaneously heal the sick and dying
Protect the abused
End war, torture, cruelty and rape

Because I am unable to stare into
The shining face of my beloved

Because my children are distant from me

Because I have not been able
To tap this staunched fountain
Of Love within

I will lay myself down

On a large, soft bed
On the quiet second floor
Of this ancient home
And rest

And I will hope to sleep

If, in sleep, dreams come
Dreams which provide a confirmation
Of the fruition, in some distant land
Of all these barren desires

I will surely accept them