To Anna

To Anna on your island far from view,

The sea has pushed away your welcome shores.

And I before this journey to ensue

Do wish that there had been another door.

For through this way the wind has worn with woe;

Though straight this narrow path is hard to walk.

The birds have snatched what little seed was sown;

Now naked here I lie, myself to mock.

Far up ahead there glows a fading sign,

A voice that calls to stumble through the night,

To listen to the Word, with death to dine,

While I’m imprisoned by the serpent’s bite.

Yet I will choose to follow to the end

And with Him meet you there.

Your faithful friend