That I might go
To some exotic place
And raise a chin
And raise a heart
With Grace
And test my steel
Against a land and clime
And show dark hearts
A walk and way sublime.
But here I stay
Familiar job and street
And noisy kids
That patter at my feet.
Is there some tear
Some thirst I'm meant to find?
And comfort
In the love of Christ?
Have I been blind?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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