God, are my dreams too shallow?
My ceiling is not the stars,
my sky is not the universe.
Overestimating my footsteps
and limiting reality to imagination—
have my romances for heaven
become a means to an end?
Heavenly pursuit, I pray,
should sweep my mind and
recalibrate it to worship
and shrink
in the beckoning
to trust You with the wonder
of reality
I do not know.
