I see what I expect to see

OK.  There are way too many metaphors in this one.  I know it.  My excuse is that Jesus used a lot of metaphors and stories and ways of seeing things to reach us.  Still... too many metaphors.  I know it.  Long about 6 o*clock this evening I realized I had been hearing a whole lot of wonderful things all day about good Christian response to Osama bin Laden*s death.  I had breakfast with a friend whose son is in the Special Forces.  She was grateful he was Stateside when it all came down.  I realized I had my eyes and heart set on seeing the cheering people outside the White House.  Anyway... too many metaphors.  And Jesus is really truly here.  And the Light.  And the cornerstone.  And it*s Easter.  He has risen.  Alleluia!

Too often I hold my breath,

I wait for the other shoe

To

Drop.

Then another one

And another.

I hold my breath and look

For what I know I will see.

Sure enough

I see it.

The sun gets in my eyes.

It is after all a beautiful day

Finally spring

The sun is in my eyes but I know

It is God*s light

I sing it as the Light of Christ

Too often I hold my breath

And chant

The Light of Christ.

I miss the next breath

And the next one.

I wait to see what I know

I will see.

Sure enough I see it.

Some days

Like today

I name what I expect to see,

What is surely coming next.

There it is.

With the sun in my eyes

I hold my breath

And wait for shoe after shoe after shoe

To drop.

I forget to look for the building

Being built

The next block over.

The sun is in my eyes.

I name it the Light of Christ.

But that building being built

A block away

The foundation is solid

The chief cornerstone is Jesus.

How could I miss it?