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We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake,

not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation

of the dawn.

Henry David Thoreau

Like those who waited near where Jesus prayed,

we wait two thousand years and fall asleep.

"And yet we're blest; our lives are short," you say.

Ah but the promise fades, the prospect creeps.

Behind and forward of us stretches time

devoid of Him and of the way made straight.

Our churches try to keep and mime the Christ,

but only Christ himself bears glory's weight.

However, truth may be that Deity

desires in us a faith so large that we

will bear a stretch of seeming-endless wait

for Him, the Bridegroom, and our coming peace.

What good is knowing when He will come back?

Would we rise early then to fill our lamp oil's lack?