Psalm 12
a song out of the silence

I wait in quiet
It is the hour
Before dawn

What duties might
They be performing
Young priests in an
Ancient time

Extinguish fires of night
Light the daylight blaze
Against the artificial
Dark inside the temple

I have no calling such
As they, no memory
Of holy invitation to
Something purposeful

I sit, and it is quiet
It’s dark, and I wish
I had something good to
Do in this new day, as
Those who served
A sacred purpose
In an ancient time