look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far

I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from being mine.

My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.

The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.

It is enough for me by day To walk the same bright earth with him; Enough that over us by night The same great roof of stars is dim. I do not hope to bind the wind Or set a fetter on the sea -- It is enough to feel his love Blow by like music over me.

Now at last I have come to see what life is, Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun, And the brave victories that seem so splendid Are never really won.

Call him wise whose actions, words, and steps are all a clear because to a clear why.