He will be gracious to you when he hears your cry.
When he hears he will answer.
He hears us, we hope, we sigh.
Yet we do not try to listen, we are the dancer.

I dreamt that there was great excitement for a game.
I was setting up, I hoped a popular cricket match.
But only one child and one other came.
And there was only one stump, there was no one even to a catch.

The bowling was underarm, I woke with a dread feeling of disappointment.
So many ventures in my life.
So many failures, never being content.
So many projects that just splutter, ending up short is rife.

But I read in Isaiah that on every high mountain there will be streams and watercourses.
And somehow with every new dream and every new day comes new resources.