Heaven

Under the clouds I stand.
Shall I ever descend
upon that blue land?

I do not understand.
A rainbow without end
(under the clouds I stand)

comes somewhere down on sand.
Through cloud does it bend
upon that blue land?

Has a God planned
there, where souls wend?
Under the clouds I stand.

Myself, least grand
how can I send
upon that blue land?

Only love’s hand
can that light suspend
under the clouds. I stand
upon that blue land.