Above is pain,
Below I wait, a helpless clod,
And drag with me about
A sudden disbelief in God,
In heavy links a haunting doubt,
A fettering chain.
Above is death.
While I below am quick with life.
My blood is strong and red.
And yet I cannot join that strife,
Nor yet a drop of blood can shed
To help that breath.
But what am I
To hope to interfere above?
I can but pray and wait.
And then the seal of human love,
The opening wide of heaven’s gate,
A baby’s cry!