Simeon, looking forward
to dying in peace,
the face of God
your goal.


Earthly motion all around,
a full market,
a packed street full of
familiar eyes and smiles,
passing by, sounds of shouted "shalom's"
flowing like water past you.


The temple ahead, high on the hill
waits for you;
A man, old with God's promise
on his way to meet
the messiah.


And they are there,
the three drawn together,
held by the father's purpose,
all with a part
in our saving.


So, Simeon, you have waited earnestly,
leaning into the future,
knowing the God
who waited on you,
Not knowing what He looked like;
Eyes forward, prosdechomai,
May you now depart in peace
with the smile of God
reflected in your eyes.