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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)