such a strange way { to save the world }

Sometimes, everything I am is wrapped up in one moment.

Usually, that moment is absolutely nonexistent. It's futuristic.
It's something for which I ache ... it is not here. Not now.

And I get so caught in hope and waiting. And I have hoped and dreamed one thing.
And nothing I can do can get me one inch closer.

I step back into silence.

Yet This I Call to Mind, and therefore I have Hope. ( Jeremiah )
And Hope does not disappoint / put us to shame. ( Romans 5 )

I call You to mind, and in my weariness I find Your strength.