I hope that I am not one of the Crazies.

I wake from a recurrent dream.  It unsettles me.  Always in slumber I am Searching for meaning to life.  For love, taking on many forms.  Assurance of the illusive, improbable God to talk. To me.  Give me some sign. Speak my LORD, won’t you?  Prove [again] that you are real. Shake the heavens —  …