My Heart Waits

 Beloved, My head is filled with other guests But I hold my heart To be a sacred bed,

Although a simple one, For you. I hunger for your Word To be cradled here. Bread for my soul, Libation for my heart, I wait.

Seen from the Car Window

There stands a bleak time

between the dazzling white 

that covers the gray 

and the verdant green

that is nearly sprung up.

In the bleakness is warmth

that teases our hearts

and a chill that numbs our excitement. 

In this time,

between sleeping and waking,

we hold our breath and prepare.

It is the almost but not yet time.

And here we wait and we know 

that perhaps tomorrow…

or perhaps not, although

undoubtedly soon,

the flowers will bloom.

And the green will rise out of the gray.

Then at that time,

after the bleak in between,

resurrection becomes ours

once again.

Hallelujah!