They Wait by Helen Schumaker

I did not know Your Voice.  And what I heard
I did not understand.  There was a Word
In which was everything.  Yet all I found
In its immensity was but the sound
Of meaningless contention.  I passed by
A thousand waiting angels, And as I
Rushed along vain detours I did not see
The hosts of holiness surrounding me.
Yet I will certainly return.  For You
Have promised that whatever I may do,
Angels amid holy hosts will wait; the Word
will hover over me till it is heard.