Where I most desire:
I come from the mountains
Beyond the roaring oceans
I graze upon the valley steams
Wandering, silently, aimless
Forever asking: ‘Where to next?’
Life’s blossom has moved on old,
Whence the sun shone before the cold
The word of man is become hollow
Everywhere strangers are walking the world.
Beloved land, where art thou?
I dream of you, without knowing you
Seeking a land of impregnated hope,
Coloured in green amidst grapes and chamaerops.
Where do my friends hasten to?
Where are the dead ones risen?
The land that speaks to me,
Fresh and familiar, where art thou?
The answer comes in a ghostly whisper:
‘Up there, where you are not.’
But I cry, ‘Where?’
‘Where there is forever happiness.’
The sky moves briskly, but
Gentle and pure is become the voice:
‘Behind the veil of Nature,
Guarded by Angels,
The Kingdom of Heaven.’