Let us start again and see where we can go,
and not wait where the white gates swing wide.
The angel points the way that we should go,
That way. To the East, but what is East? The world
is bright and there is earth and water. Let us
walk with raw feet in the dew of the grass
as He has said we may. Now warm and cool,
we walk in the lush wet green; the soft fronds
push from the ground with their own sweet will
for the tread of our quick and tender feet. Newly
we wend this way, in a mild and windless weather,
and our hands glance, our fingers tap and touch,
and He behind us, over us, who loves us much,
and we on our way, away today, together.
