Is this the door, my Lord, my King, the one
you call me to? Is this the way you mean
for me to know then follow through?
so weary of the search but rest is only death.
Elijas, would you help me hear?
collapsed beneath the tree; I’ve fled for fear
and know not where the mountain is ahead.
Ahead behind where left when right I’m lost
I cannot hear. To rise and eat as you
were told or wait and wait in fear.
appear, which one to take but neither are
to open. They are both locked, on each I’ve knocked,
My Lord, your porter, will he come?
to wait or turn and go from whence I’ve come?
I won’t return for there is naught again.
Two doors, both closed, and so I wait to hear.