Psalm of Modernity [II]

Awake, my soul
Rise to meet the dawn
Rise to feel the Passion
Of an age long gone
And a people I’ve never met

Somehow, I long to see Your signs
In the curve of the tracing vine
As it climbs the trellis
I yearn to see some form of faith
In the waiting faces
At the benches in the park

I know the splendor is there to see
If only my soul could sense
Could feel – But
You seem to be everywhere
I am not.