Moving beyond exile to redemption,
resurrecting death into life;
turning sackcloth into dancing,
transforming darkness into light.
Where just a few days before
we sat on the floor and cried
history passing before our eyes,
a lament, a dirge,
an agonizing sigh.
But now the full moon is rising,
making silhouettes come alive.
The vineyards are filled with young dancers,
feel the energy electrified.
Each one looking, searching, hoping,
to create destiny out of fate;
praying deeply in their heart of hearts
to find their soul mates.
