Robert Lax: Our LiFe It Is A Waiting // UNSER LEBEN IST EIN WARTEN
It is for love we wait,
For love’s return;
In darkness,
For the return of light;
In the long night’s restlessness,
For dawn;
We wait as young birds mutely gaping:
We wait as watchers for a light.
Vigil of love,
Sign of faith:
Our life is a waiting.
Our eyes scan the margin
Of sea and sky:
Our hearts await
His light return.
To wait is like stretching a string;
There is pain in the stretching.
Our eyes pass quickly
Among the people,
Seeking a trace
Of his light.
