MEERA The Path to Your Dwelling How am I to come to you When I stand outside a locked gate? The path to your dwelling Runs steep and dangerous. In fear I climb, step by step, The path to your dwelling, So steep and dangerous. O Lord, you seem so far away That my mind goes up and down. As I climb, the sentinels watch And the robbers wait to waylay me. Though the path to your dwelling Is steep and dangerous, You have called me home. Meera’s wanderings are ended. She has found her way to your feet.
