I cried to God,
I beat upon the door
Until my knuckles bled;
God gave me no answer, gave no sign.
"There is no God," I sad.
I stopped my clamor
And lay spent,
A channel at ebb tide,
And slowly in the silence
The door swung wide.
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth...
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing...
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth...
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing...