A day will come when this heart
— the child into which you breathed your very soul —
a day will come when she will stand,
a blessed tree in the gardens of your past,
dancing to the breeze of a spring night —
circles of green, tranquil, bright.
A day will come when you will observe this and realize
that the years of your servitude are finally over,
that you have suddenly departed Midian.
And it is time.
It is finally time.