I stand, Lord, keeping eager watch
as Anna did in distant times before
filling the full measure of her
secluded in the temple
in adoring expectation.
Now I am heir to her post,
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
and tell of your redemption
to all who've yearned so long for
Copyright (c) 2003 by Jeanne Kun
Used with permission of the author.