When they had gathered together they asked him,
“Lord, are you at this time going to restore the kingdom to Israel?”
He answered them, “It is not for you to know the times or seasons
that the Father has established by his own authority.
But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you,
and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem,
throughout Judea and Samaria,
and to the ends of the earth.”
When he had said this, as they were looking on,
he was lifted up, and a cloud took him from their sight.
Acts 1:1-11
Say when will you restore us, Lord? Is this the day? Is it to come? This timeless hope is hard to hold— when will you end what you've begun? When shall the pris'ner be released? When will the dawn break over us? We saw you make the blinded see: When will you make a way for us? “The hour is not for you to know.” How can you leave with this untaught? You say the Father has not told, but has the Father not forgot? How long, O Lord? And how can we, who love you so, survive alone or hold to what we cannot see when we have held you for so long? The locusts eat away our years: Will you not stay amid this plague? Will you not wipe away our tears? O Shepherd Christ, will you not stay? “I will not leave you orphaned so.” You disappear into the sky, and out to all the earth we go to find where you have stayed behind.
Kate Bluett 
