As on this foreign shore I stand and stare
Across the green and foaming tidal sea.
I do not wonder whether life is fair
Nor whether what’s to come is what should be
.
The hinterland is not a wishful dream
Whatever I meet there is all itself
So useless are past thoughts and present schemes
My courage, heart, and spirit are my wealth.
Across the green and foaming tidal sea.
I do not wonder whether life is fair
Nor whether what’s to come is what should be
.
The hinterland is not a wishful dream
Whatever I meet there is all itself
So useless are past thoughts and present schemes
My courage, heart, and spirit are my wealth.
Although alone, I sense some being close
Whom I accept as guide and friend to me.
To walk with otherness is not my boast.
It’s he who guides and shows me how to see.
Thus with this spirit,I my spirit wed
As close to me as in a marriage bed.
How my heart sings 