The struggle
Heather Kendall
Lord,
Why keepest Thou
This gilded cage
Wherein I dwell?
For I am Mira’s sister-
Lord, we were born together
On Thy windswept boughs of Time
Thy eyes seekest me, But I am caught
Midst branches of Thy making-
Seeking the sweet solace of Thy song
I yearn to hear the voice of Thy love
Whisper through the leaves
That gently fill my heart
Each one a friend
Gone home to Theea as seasons go
I yearn to sing to Thee
My God, but my song is faint-
Falling on deaf ears of Thy making
Wherein dost Thou dwell?
Art Thou the silence of the lily?
The gold in husks of corn?
I eat of Thee yet know
Thy spirit not
I dream of Thee and find
Burst bubbles in my mind.