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.’

 

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