What Fear I Feel

I have often prayed for the existence of a heaven. Though to what god I am unsure. It is not for eternal bliss, unbound peace, understanding, knowledge, acceptance, or any other trivial thing. In the last year I have written nearly 400 poems, and for each I lay down on paper, there are a million more yearning to be released. I am not alone in this thinking. For every great writer, a life cannot be enough. But with eternity, and the lack of such trivial things as money and rest, a man could pour his soul into his work and produce such beauty that could stretch across thousands of pages. I pray for a great library that would hold every text, article, poem, and novel ever concieved on earth or otherwise. And, for every word I have ever read, there is a bountiful, endless aboundance of words I have not. And for this I pray.