Just Wait

Wait,

and see what comes

to fill

the gaping hole

in your chest.

Wait with your hands open

to receive what could never come

except to what is empty

and hollow

                     Jan Richardson, Circle of Grace, “Stay”, Wanton Gospeller Press

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the day after Easter

must have been a disappointment

 

true, the tomb was empty

and there were the psychotic imaginings of the women

(how dare they)

 

but it was just another day

without Jesus

 

many of those who had followed

in the dusty of wake of Jesus

had simply returned to life as usual

a little sad

 

but what can one do with systematic oppression

except keep one’s head down

and try to stay out of trouble?

 

some had run, back to the Sea of Galilee

back to their nets and the stink of fish

 

some were huddled in an upper room

lurking in a darkness that reflected the

darkness in their souls

 

all of them

were hollowed out people

going through the motions

with tattered souls

and broken hearts

 

waiting

watching

hoping

 

still

that what seemed so crazy and impossible

was actually true

 

waiting for him to show up

waiting for something to show up

to fill that gaping hole

to stop the ache

 

little did they know

what lay ahead

that rushing wind, those tongues of fire

that blessing

 

that would fill them to overflowing

 

ah, those times of waiting

when we too wander the streets unseeing

our hearts void and empty

 

ah those times of waiting

as we go through the motions

simply doing what we have always done

because it seems as if there is no option

 

ah those time of waiting

when we hide

hoping it will all just go away

 

have hope precious souls

little do we know

what lies ahead!

 

Just wait