I have a recurring dream,
That the nightmare is over.
A new strain roams the earth.
They worship not knowing,
And have Faith in finding out.
A roaring ocean, a sparkling highball,
A book half-read and a concurring friend
Calling them softly home,
Is really, for them,
Heaven enough.
~ Tara Sahgal

You spoke for me by putting my dream into words I do not possess.
Just perfect Tara. Thank you!