Daylight

From the rising of the sun, until its setting, we sat by the rivers of Babylon and remembered Zion. How proud we were, how beautiful the feet of them who brought good news! It was as a fire within us which could not be contained. And we shall come to the centre of Jerusalem, and see the abomination of desolation, and weep.

But we have been promised that the time will come, when old men will dream their old dreams and young men will see new visions. We will soar as on the wings of eagles, yet not partake of the flesh of that unclean bird. We will not be silent, and the fragrance of our praise will go up to the Highest, and the words of our mouths, the meditations of our heart, made up of broken bones from the valley of the shadow of death, will be whole again.

And there will no longer be weeping, and we shall have no need of the words of the prophets. For now we see as through a glass darkly, and then face to face. That which is incorruptible shall replace that which is corrupt, and the lilies shall bloom in the valley. For we have no words, except those that have been given unto us for a time, two times, and half a time.