Peel back the layers of darkness
That cover our minds.
Sweep the smoky shadows from our eyes.
Reveal yourself to us once again.
We have grown old and blind
In our waiting
We have strained our eyes for
The sweep of the dramatic curtain
The sky broken open in glory.
A mourning dove sings.
A sudden tinge of dawn
On the slender horizon.
Listen, and you will hear the song
Of all things calling forth from memory
Back from true desire.
Listen—
Let us dance along the crevice
Of the trembling dawn
Let us hasten on to meet you
With arms piled full of light.