Splendor and Wistfulness – a kryielle

                                            You have cut a tunnel in rock.
On the door of my life, you knock.
Your grandeur invokes me to swoon.
I’m homesick, Lord, call me back soon.

A shrine I could never create
That equals your earthen estate.
Your beauty, it shines like full moon.
I’m homesick, Lord, call me back soon.

In a cardinal, I hear your voice;
Unlike the bird, I have a choice.
I sing your celestial tune.
I’m homesick, Lord, call me back soon.

Each raindrop that falls on the earth
Whets my quest for your coming rebirth.
I’ll wait in a sacred cocoon.
I’m homesick, Lord, call me back soon.

The language of God–many words
All sounding like twittering birds.
The paths we can take are all strewn.
I’m homesick, Lord, call me back soon.

 

 

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