Poem 50
I lost my way, I forgot to call on your name. The raw heart beat against the world,
and the tears were for my lost victory. But you are here. You have always been here.
The world is all forgetting, and the heart is a rage of directions, but your name
unifies the heart, and the world is lifted into its place. Blessed is the one who waits in
the traveller's heart for his turning.
Autor(es): Leonard Cohen
