Sister, my sister

Edith Södergran: The Rose Altar

Sister, my sister, you are still small,

but have long since seen God,

blessed is your brow, oh how it shines.

Since you saw God you have avoided people.

You sat down lonely among the trees,

but the brook went silent

and the birds no longer sang.

The one who has seen God no longer sees Earth,

she belongs in Heaven.