I want to be

the star in the sky

that sets about flicking

the spark in your eye.

 

I want to be the summer

breeze, kissing on your skin,

that lets you know that plants will grow

and breathe holy within.

 

I want to be Jesus's face

when you see him on a trip,

then when you hear him call your name,

you'll respond, "Forever, Ferris's."