Doorway
Now from my chains I flee,
Fair is the way I see,
Heather and wind and you.Dearling, O wait for me
Evermore light and free
Running uphill to you.Beauty shines down on me
Love and eternity
Heather and wind and you.Glory, Oh Christ to Thee
Joy like a flame for me
Running uphill with you
Sheldon Van Auken, A Severe Mercy
(to his dead wife)