dear lights
Passing on, passing on...
wonder what tune they whistle now
what sort of beauty they structure and spin
there, beyond this worry and woe
wonder what wonder they felt before reaching out for their new-cast burdens of joy
and joined in the
Unity! Unity! and Praise!
leaving weeping shadows behind...
did they?
cast one last glance
over their shoulders
of pity and understanding
as we bend to resume our urgent tasks of love
hoping to earn the key to That door.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
dear lights
Passing on, passing on...
wonder what tune they whistle now
what sort of beauty they structure and spin
there, beyond this worry and woe
wonder what wonder they felt before reaching out for their new-cast burdens of joy
and joined in the
Unity! Unity! and Praise!
leaving weeping shadows behind...
did they?
cast one last glance
over their shoulders
of pity and understanding
as we bend to resume our urgent tasks of love
hoping to earn the key to That door.
This is more like the original, which I prefer:
That Door
dear lights
moving on, moving on
wonder what tune they whistle now?
what sort of beauty they structure and spin
there, beyond this worry and woe?
wonder what wonder they feel before reaching out
for their new-cast burdens of joy
and join in the
Unity! Unity! ...and Praise!
leaving weeping shadows behind...
did they
cast one last glance of pity and understanding
over their shoulders?
as we bend to resume our urgent tasks of love
hoping to earn the key to That door.
