Seeking

The corners of heavy curtains barely lifted, And I will hide behind them unnoticed, It happened that this evening I have nowhere to rush from this room.

I am even mocked by the serious ones, For the wise and the noble I became a mystery, And very often about me in secret They speak with solemn admonition.

Listen, believe and remember: Neither pity nor sympathy will help me, I need five minutes in His presence Here in this seemingly humble room.

I have no need to walk through splendid offices, To seek a resolution for my problem, I do not wish to write petitions to authorities On graph paper in beautiful script.

I have nowhere to run, sensing disaster, And wait for consolation from the inconsolable, I would rather here, in troubles and shame Seek His Majesty's presence.

I would rather here, in sackcloth of humility, I would rather here, in oblivion, exile, And in ashes, laying down my repentance, Behold His mighty salvation.

...My words are heard and understood, My prayers and petitions are answered, It happened that this evening All was resolved in this strange room.

It happened that this evening I was raised again by God from the dust...