Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Saturday, April 4, 2015

I hate Waiting

“Waiting turns men into bears in a barn, and women into cats in a sack.”
― Robert Jordan

I hate waiting
I am no fan of suspense

waiting for a conversation to occur that is
wrought with import
where a relationship hangs in the balance

waiting for the result of a test

waiting for a response,
when one has put one’s self out there
on the end of that proverbial limb

waiting for the Sacred One to answer

I hate waiting

I cannot imagine what the waiting was like
for the followers of Jesus
on that Saturday

the most important person in their life was gone
entombed in unyielding stone

and all they could do
on that Sabbath day
when action was prohibited
was wait
and wait
and wait

the women like cats in a sack stirred
and busied themselves with planning
preparing to gather herbs and spices
preparing to anoint the body

and the men sank like ponderous bears
into hibernation
too stunned to move

somewhere in Jerusalem
they waited

as we often wait
not knowing
as we often do not know

what the Sacred One was about to do
and therein

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