After easter

it was the week after

Jesus was gone

risen

yes

but

 

but too much was the same

the same

the same

or worse

 

there was no jubilation

only fear

he had promised not to leave them alone

but they felt

so alone

abandoned

 

Jesus was risen

but

 

and so they sat

and waited

and waiting

 

ah yes, it would come

like wind and fire

that moment when the advocate would come

 

it would come

that moment when they would be blown

tumbling and stumbling

out of that darkened and sour room

rank with the smell of disappointment

 

but not yet

 

how often are we in that liminal place

that dead space

where it is too painful to look back

and to frightening to look ahead

 

how often do we wait

and wait

for what is next

 

there are it seems, moments

when all that is left is trust

when all we have

is our belief

however faltering it might be for the moment

 

that we are Love

and that Love will come

and there will be

something next

something new

 

all those hungry ghosts

fear, and hate

illness and death

 

they hover

but

 

we believe

that wind and fire will come

and scattered them

and lift us

 

we believe evil will be conquered

we believe love will win

 

and we wait