Waiting

Dingy and dark looks the sky,
The horizon, betraying of light
Prolonged, oh, so protracted
Is the spell of the nigrescent night.

Anticipating eyes, anxious faces,
Keep gazing at lands far away,
Waiting for the first ray to burst forth
A Godsend is all, for whom they pray.

Little do they know,
That their harbinger has come,
With open eyes, they sleep,
Not knowing what they can become.

How long shalt Thou take, O Man?
To seize the control of Your fate?
You are filled with energy enormous,
And yet for a hero, why do You wait?