Nations

Oh, sorrow!
Your eyes to the ground
Or stolen by sleep

When I did descend
Upon you
From above

I lingered and was gentle
I hoped, that you should see
There’s need

Wrestle with me
Afflict me
Bless me

At The Door

You’re going to guide you to truth

Step now into the absolute 
With open eyes 
Fling far your wishbone
For what virtue
Demands you
Walk blind in the grey

Stutter-step and stiff-arm
Nay-say all you need
Wrestle with doubt and despair 
But befriend and deal kindly with time
There’s a lifespan to learn
And eternity to spend