Poems by Themis

The Waiting

Now that the rivers have begun to flow

and the falls of gold from on high,

The centre of the sun begins to unseal;

We who have waited long begin to feel

the breath of Your spirit, we begin to know

the hour of the Descent is nigh.

No delusion this? Ah, Lord, do not delude us; say,

is the hope too quick, the bliss too green to drink

ungolden, untouched of the sun? Delay?...

Pause? think?...

The waiting is agony again.

O globe of silent pain,

bubble of the earth-foam, burst; win

to free faith, a new birth;

set free the will of the Word within

that incarnates God on earth.

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