Revival and Renewal

From Psalm 137:

“By the waters of Babylon, 
there we sat down and wept, 
when we remembered Zion. 
On the willows there 
we hung up our lyres… “

Yahweh, mercies that I need
on exile shores, by willow trees.
While plowmen plow and rivers flow
my heart, soul-sick, sits and on it goes
down sand and stone
sweeping branches grown.
Lyres, useless in temple-fire;
For music, dancing, a-gone desire.

The Lyres hum; the willow shakes;
leaves fall swirling in the wake.
A Vision, a sight of something new
of rivers, and hills, and Zion true!
The wind bears down and clasps my heart
and gives me eyes, and healing starts.