To Mother

The Key to The Soul's Door

Shall I, approaching heaven's fields

Awake to find my soul's desire,

A being brighter than the sun,

A friend more radiant than fire

To whom in joy my spirit duly yields.

O wilt thou lift this sorrow's pall?

Blindly I grope but cannot see

In days so washed with sorrow's tears

Thy smile that lit the stars for me,

I've somehow lost the glory of it all.

Friend, compassionate to share

My heart's travail, the One longed-for,

No grief is singular, unique;

Thou art the key to the soul's door

That frees me from the night of my despair.