Sigh

The quiet stillness of exceeding calm, like the ambiance of a diminished storm in may, fills my heart with subtle exhalations of release, and then, then I feel nothing. Nothing but still, proceeding the quake when all is in its place, resting as if the giant tons of moving earth had never been in tension at all, as if the hordes of molten magma had never heated to the soaring heights scarcely imaginable to an unperceiving eye. Like the waves have ceased and glass waxes still the once turbulent waters, like phantom crackles of thunder faintly rumbling in the distant memories of my searching ears.

sigh

I breath in slowly to see if the relief is real

sigh

the world has stopped

and yet, it is finally within my sight.

Groan

Waiting,

Waiting, with patience

for the flood to come

for the sands of the sea and the stars of the sky

for milk and honey from the hand on high

Waiting, for home

Waiting, waiting for the corner stone

for the lasting city

for the second world

for the river life

and salvation unfurled

Waiting, for a king

and longing for the end of waiting

waiting redeemed

It Hurts

Satan circles around my back side and says: "it hurts don't it?"

"yeah." I reply, clutching the place just above my stomach. "but its growing me...."

...silence...

Satan ponders for a moment and then speaks again: "Hurts though, right?"

I look to the ground and study it intently

waiting for the image of the Lord's feet to appear.

"I love the bride..." I say "we hurt until he comes for us..."

Looking back to the floor I see him sitting in front of me

and I wash him in my affections.

"But, it hurts." says devil man.

I nod my head 'yes' and I look up,

Another guest is walking into the restaurant.

Its a customer I haven't seen in along time, an Indian man.

I reach out my hand and we shake warmly.

I love him, and for a moment, I know I've seen the lord.

"It hurts because the old is sifting away...." I say heading back to the kitchen.

"I don't have to understand it to know it..."