For Whom We Wait

The ancient rhythms pulse beneath my feet

But I have leaden steps, I cannot move,

All melody is stilled, how shall I greet

Another spring that promises of love?

I watched her slowly die, silently

Slipping through the shell of flesh and bone,

Pulmonary insufficiency!

I knew her soul the body had outgrown.

But now I am devoid of inner sight,

The mind no help and reason sadly fails

To comprehend the passing of a light

Before which all our understanding pales.

Yet I have held the overflowing cup

And rosy dawn delights the tearful eye,

The wings of joy again shall lift me up

To summits where the bright archangels fly,

And one day waking out of sorrow's trance

I shall hear again the music of the spheres,

On silver-sandaled feet resume the dance,

For whom we wait, the One beloved nears.