A Lightly Blue Silky Net

The noon is running down while I was yet still wondering what had happened in the day:
A panic hath come to my heart because of this silence.
Thy words art right by my ears:
What, on earth, maketh thy words so impressive to my mind!
Rivers of waters run down my face; tear by tears, they just keep on dropping.
The Blue Silky Net, which thou hast left before me, hath caught a memory of mine--
how I had read out loud thy words, as the pastor did today, each and every single dawn long time ago.

The noon is now gone out of my sight, and my heart is beating up because of the scilence between us.
As I meditate in the darkness, thy words art right by my ears.
How impressive also is thy calling to my thoughts.
And, how miss I thee, my Lord.
Each tear is now like a red bean that it addth to the sorrow of our separation;
or, perhaps, it is to the joy of our reunion.
The Lightly Blue Silky Net, which thou hast cast before me causes me to response to thy call