In the dead of the night, in the full of the moon,

we meet at the juxtaposition of Never and Soon.

 

We enter in silence; we all feel the gloom;

sit on rough benches in an ice-carved room.

 

For what are we waiting? What is it we seek?

We hope for an audience or at least a quick peek

 

of the Leader who leads us, whose words we believe.

We need to see him, and then we can leave.

 

We’ve followed his teachings the best that we could.

There’s nothing we want more than we want to be good.

 

He never has joined us or shown us a sign

although we’ve been waiting since the year 109.

 

Now stomachs are growling; we’ve been here all day.

I’m guessing our Leader has nothing to say.

 

We’ll come back next full moon, for he says we should.

There’s nothing we want more than we want to be good.

 

Gena Williams