We who labor have waited long.
had us build the future into the walls
of this widening place,
or so the elders among us,
whose grandparents had grandparents
die in the desert, have said.
All we see is symbols:
a basket, a baby,
doves, snakes and pomegranates.
We who labor have waited long. Lord,
when will you fill it with life, this hollow house?