My Psalm Of The Morning Poem by Seamus O' Brian

Every dream I have ever dreamed is merely a memory of something unfound,
But You are the fulfillment of the reality of which dreams can only whisper
You are the joy of hope realized in a world where the hope of hope crumbles
You are the thirst of which all other thirst is a but a shadow
The water that satisfies that which thirst can only imagine
And the hunger for which all food is but the memory of a dream in the morning
I may blow away in the wind of time, returning to the dust from which I was formed
I may disappear into the nothingness from which I came
But if there is any particle of existence, any remnant of thought or matter
The hope and love of the most insignificant remnant will find its gaze in You.