Advent 1

Waiting. Waiting is all. It feels so close but the wait is just beginning.

Now I must be calm. The earth has just begun to rest. The leaves have just fallen. The cold has just begun to drift in on the wind. The season of sleep is still creeping in.

There is a long wait ahead. Patience.

Waiting. Waiting is all. It feels like there is so much to do but now is not the moment, not right now.

Now I must be still, catch my breath and let it linger inside. Feel the moment and hold back my desperation for the dawn. Light will flow in time.

There is a long wait ahead. Patience.

Waiting. Waiting is all. Sometimes my frustration is hard to still. Inertia everywhere and I scream for change.

Now I must trust. The vision will not die. It isn’t mine to force into life. I know there must be change coming, I feel it in the shifting colours, hear it in far off conversations.

There is a long wait ahead. Patience.

Waiting. Waiting is all. All I have right now is the wait. Uncertainty wrestles anticipation in front of me. Hope and fear bound in a spinning endless second.

Now I must watch. To learn, to know beyond my need. To stand guard whilst conflict rages and hear the cries of battle. I need to understand.

There is a long wait ahead. Patience.

Waiting. Waiting is all. But waiting is not nothing, it is everything. It is drawing deep on all that is to be born.

Now I must have faith. For faith is all that’s left. We are perishing. We are being remade far away. I am being remade in my hidden places. The Son will break my horizon, the day will come.

There is a long wait ahead. Patience.

Waiting. Waiting is all. Not long to go now.