This must be the Week of Memorable Dreams.

First Adam had a mystical Jewish spiritual mysterious revelational knockout and then I woke up with half a poem (alas, the last half) all finished in my mind. Here is an approximation of the poem. I had to reconstruct the first half, and it’s not as good as the ending, but I think it does okay in setting the ending up the right way.

The sun, the stars, the planets call, and still all of them fly.
While trees’ leaves drop to earth in fall, their branches reach toward sky.
To all things God allows no rest, and so do thou and I.
I see the love that moves thy breast, the darkness in thine eye.