GOD’S HAND

Let me wander back over the mountains, And facing the sea Live under the open sky— Too long have I been encumbered With the deceit of man And his spoken lie. I wish to die, Away from petty thoughts And treacherous ways, And end my days Alone. I shall sing no sad lament That no hand guides me; But rather shall the vision I once have been Through solitude, make me again the thing I might have been. The self I lost because I trusted, loved and hoped, And blinded my eyes with the dust of faith and groped My way to truth. There is no truth in man— Only shall I find it In grasping God’s Hand That leads my way to hill and tree, And stamps His Truth upon the sea. In nature shall I find my life, Through nature lose the poisoned knife, That tried to slay me. In solitude I shall breathe life’s breath, And breathing life I shall welcome death.