When we first met

 

When we first met she had left

her land of faith.

When we married I had found it

and she soon followed.

I found through her and she through me.

But she still has not come home.

 

We can look into the past

in Scotland, Ireland, Poland, New Zealand

or ahead to Jerusalem.

 

But faith and love are tender things

which are damaged by being grasped.

 

We hold out our hands to the butterfly

from our homeland.

 

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