A Holy Waiting . . .

 

 

Keeping Watch

 

In the morning

When I began to wake,

It happened again –

 

That feeling

That You, Beloved,

Had stood over me all night

Keeping watch,

 

That feeling

That as soon as I began to stir

 

You put Your lips on my forehead

And lit a Holy Lamp

Inside my heart.

 Hafiz