THE EYES OF ALL WAIT ON THEE.
The eyes of all wait:
Deep in the thick
On the forest floor,
They wait, and in the glen
I stand very still
And wait as well.
They wait upon You,
O Lord, and wait.
Their eyes reflect back
The light that dances
In the open space
Where I am all too bright,
An object of desire.
You give them
Their meat in due season,
And is it I, Lord,
Is it I who will be the answer
To their patient prayer,
Their harsh need,
Is it I?
I knew I would one day be food for the earth,
But I did not know it would be now.
That the end would be so, so feral,
And the digestive work
Done by carnivores,
And not by worms
is a surprise,
And yet, the eyes of all
Wait upon Thee o Lord,
And I will be meat
In due season,
And the time is always ripe
To satisfy a gnawing hunger.
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