Who Will Quench My Thirst?

This morning brings a new song from beyond the world of the skies where the angels and saints live. This new song reminds me to pray. The praying white swans I see The chattering prayers of the sparrows I hear. With gentle care I kneel and thank with folded hands drubbing the dogmas, lost in my own cogitations about God and the world beyond. I walk through the mysterious path of flowers. I chuckle quietly in stealth when the angels count my footprints. Who can build a bridge from earth to heaven? Deep in my innermost recesses, my soul is thirsty to attain the divine. Who will quench my thirst?