What is this place of which I hear the mournful, longing songs?

What is this time that cannot be measured?

Where is this Jordan? I am thirsty for its water.

I am hot and tired and need to bathe in its refreshing springs.

Who will I see when I cross the river?

Where will I be?

What songs shall I sing?

How will it be for me and for thee?

I only know the journey so far … and the hope.