the waiting

grey light upon sleeping fields

the stillness i have come to love

time and tide cease surcease

peace sits like a glove

shadow sifts like memory

the dog stirs at his chain

and whines and lifts his eyes

for the walk he knows we'll take

though storm clouds steal the skies

and grey light curtains into rain

so waits the world tonight

in darkness and in pain

the world waits for Christ