Waiting and waiting
I'm waiting for you
as time goes waiting on
and the sand goes waiting
down my waiting hourglass
in which I am waiting prisoner.

Hoping and hoping
I'm hoping for you
as my life goes hoping on
and my blood goes hoping
through my hoping heart
to which I am hoping prisoner.

Dying and dying
I'm dying for you
as the light goes dying on
and the sun sets dying
behind this dying earth
on which I am dying prisoner.

by Charles Fry
"Canticle to My Soul"