I see the sky radiating, crisp to the eye
The birds circling about, the children passing by.
I hear the chants of days of yore, the dreams of a better day
To them it’s a call for peace, for others they just see them pray.
I dreamt a dream of a placid night, the stars shined above Your Abode
The sound of the shofar blowing, our Covenant with You restored.
I felt a tear roll down my cheek, but I awoke to an empty shout
Now I know what my forefathers cried about.
I can smell the fresh produce in Your open fields, rows of vineyards intertwined by the Light
The lions and the lambs and all they contain, never to consumed by fright.
Fear is to You, and to You alone
For Your Presence dwells where we call Home.
I recall a passage from Your Book, where Your servants approached the threshing floor
But still by Your Mountain we yearn for You to show us more.
Despite our failings You leave us no choice but to remain without doubt
Now I know what my forefathers cried about.
The Day is approaching where we should feel you moreover, Your People Home forever after
Now I can hear clearly, the children’s laughter.
Once upon a time our reality was distant, our chance far from bay
But I still turn to you asking that You let us stay.
Gather in for the Final Act, the multitudes callout
Now I know what my forefathers cried about.
