I
stand, Lord, keeping eager watch
as Anna did in distant times
before me,
filling the full measure
of her years
secluded in the temple
in adoring expectation.
Now I am heir to her post,
a sentinel
still waiting through the
long darkness
for the dawn of your return.
All my longing is for you,
O Lord,
as I stand poised on tiptoe,
straining with my whole being
to catch that first glimpse
of you.
Shatter the darkness
(oft times threatening to
close in and surround us)
with that fierce and burning
brightness
of your splendor and your
beauty.
Then I shall follow Anna's
suit
and raise my voice to you
in glad thanks
and tell of your redemption
to all who've yearned so
long for you. |
Pilgrims on top of Mount
Sinai waiting for dawn
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