Asleep awake the bell still roars,
To play to eat my soul it bores.
The sun through pallid branches shines,
The train down in the valley whines 

But life must have more than just these,
Like dogs I stand and face the breeze,
Faint hope for something from above;
Creation’s essence is but love.

I wrote this soon after returning to Rome from Canada when I was dead tired. Even amidst our tough times, we need to see the light of Christ’s love.