​We close our eyes to be played by our minds. Faith was the anchor we held, while fantasies carved the silhouette. Tossed were we by hopes and doubts, yet today, the dream is what we call reality. ​The stars and the soil conspire with our prayers, bringing a distant daydream to life. We shake our tambourines in never-dreamless minds and dance to the nightly songs of crickets. ​In this new light, life begins to make sense— a purpose known, yet to be fulfilled. We lay the finished chapters before the Author who writes the ending of our faith, asking Him to trace our failing steps, His word a lantern on the path.