Painting by Lucas van Valckenborch (1595)

(I’ve I tweaked Psalm 126!)

In our dream of return our
souls ascend crossing
over to the place of promise along
the way we sing, we laugh, we praise
source of our liberation then
then waking we cry
bring us back just as you
send water to parched desert river beds
let those who sow with tears reap
with song.
Though we plant these seeds in sorrow,
we know someday this dry hard ground
will blossom forth, yes
very soon we will reap a
bountiful harvest.