Latviešu Trimdinieka Kalendars, 1947Latvian Exiles' Calendar

I ' L L   C O M E   H O M E   A G A I N

My road ahead is long, morn' still entwined in darkness' hue,
But I'll come home again. Out of the blue.
Rose blossoms long wilted. Frost laden, my flower bed.
But through my heart still will blood course, glowing. Red.
I'll come home again. Arrive. Out of the blue.
All in my life does Chaos now unglue,
All shredded, like some hail-smashed field.
So hard, to see where lurks the foe--or friend revealed.
Though the road ahead be long, morn' still entwined in darkness' hue,
I'll come home again. Truly, I will. Out of the blue.

T O W A R D   S U N ' S   R I S E

When my hands, still hard at work,
Slump to my lap, where lifts my gaze? --
Toward Sun's rise.* There, where
On my native land fall soft Her rays.
What are you listening for, you standing
Out there in the road? -- The wind merely blows,
Whence the Sun rises. There my life
Began and yearns to close.
Where wander you, my fearful thoughts
While night passes, another night unslept? --
Toward Sun's rise. Where blooming flowers
Now blossom into blood, my dear land which God safekept.

* From the D.P. camps in Germany, Latvia was towards the sunrise.