My Son, I have tears for you, that have yet to fall.
I am the eyes of the donkey and eagle, observing all.
I have not forgotten nor forsaken you, My “Word” I give to you.
There is a cry I hear among many, and a call that goes out to few.
Rest assured, My tears are a deluge restrained,
in arched bow,
will shield you.
Soothe and comfort the weariness in your gaze,
for all of your days,
till I send for you.