I wait for you to be the strength of the Lion
but you are busy saving your own hide
from all who hunt the unconquerable.
I watch patiently for your Harp to rise
and soothe the world into peace
but your lyrics sag with lament.
I wonder if you wander like the Big Bear
without home or sanctuary while I
in vain seek you out for shelter.
I weep that you have slipped away from me,
the Fish too quick even for the sun to hold
and I am left in prayer empty-handed.
Tell me where you are in the skies, O God,
for I try to trace the signs of you at night
but now I am sleepless and overawed.
I wish on a star to find my way
but you are a black hole
in which all is lost.