Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (71)

 

The Door

So close to that mysterious door

Fear bids the soul to enter in.

Death is not foe, but friend!

 Don’t linger take his hand.

For beyond that secret door

You will find that blissful shore.

Where all pains all sorrows flee.

Happy there your soul will be.

Go my friend, don’t look behind.

Glory land you there will find.

In your makers fond embrace,

Feel his love, behold his face.

There you will come to understand

Death is not foe

But loving friend.