I cannot seem to look Among my spirit's leaves Beyond sorrow's book, M heart, my soul. still grieves.
Three years, three months, three weeks, And soon I'll add three days, For you my being seeks As I wend the lonely ways.
To live when love is fled In some vast firmament; I cannot know the dead, My energy is spent.
What holds me here I ask, And hear a faint reply, "Attend the inner task Be calm and ask not why
For only by the light Growing now within Will the canopy of night Be lifted to begin
The work of future years. Surrender will bring peace, An ending to all tears, Joy by faith increase.
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