We walk among "perpetual ruins," reminded of what once was.

Were we born at the wrong time?

There once was glory.

All we see is decay.

Where is God?

Is it all yesterday's story for yesterday's people?

In the lament, there is a hope-trigger.

" Yet God my King is from of old,
working salvation in the midst of the earth.
You divided the sea by your might;
you broke the heads of the sea monsters on the waters.
You crushed the heads of Leviathan;
you gave him as food for the creatures of the wilderness.
You split open springs and brooks;
you dried up ever-flowing streams.
Yours is the day, yours also the night;
you have established the heavenly lights and the sun.
You have fixed all the boundaries of the earth;
you have made summer and winter."