When the Lord turned again the captivity of Zion, we were like them that dream.
(Psalm 126:1)
One feels the subtle "when" and "were." Subjunctive with anticipation. The verb shouts quietly: "turned," the reader looking for the exclamation mark. And "again" is loud.
But long weary expectation makes one cautious and wise. When deliverance comes you may barely believe it. Dreamy. Exhilaration mixed with fear: "Can it be real?"
Hope and humanity go together. When one is lost so is the other. It is human to hope, expression of Creator's latent mark. As sparks fly ever upward, as the soul longs for eternity, so we believe the time will come when all is made new and it will be a dream beyond all knowing.
Only God can do it. Some day He will turn again.
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