So much do I demand - perhaps it is a sin,
But I am only dreaming of the boundless will
And hope that I shall muster needed strength therein,
If you but let me, Lord, to go on dreaming still
Of such a chamber glazed with glass and polished clean,
Whence I can see each one and be by each one seen.
Wieslaw Musialowski (1948-) , Polish poet. 'Crystal Walls.'