Groan

Waiting,

Waiting, with patience

for the flood to come

for the sands of the sea and the stars of the sky

for milk and honey from the hand on high

Waiting, for home

Waiting, waiting for the corner stone

for the lasting city

for the second world

for the river life

and salvation unfurled

Waiting, for a king

and longing for the end of waiting

waiting redeemed