We spend a lot of time in wait.
Usually we think we know
What we are waiting for.
Today is the Sunday in between.
Jesus has gone.
I think about all the pictures
Of His feet hanging out of a cloud,
The disciples looking up.
They were instructed to wait
In Jerusalem.
The Comforter would come
Wait for the Comforter,
They were told.
Just as Jesus was not quite the Messiah
They thought they were going to get,
The Holy Spirit was surely not quite the Presence
They thought was coming
Either.
It is always a surprise.
Sometimes I wait for things with my eyes shut.
This one calls for eyes wide open
Hands outstretched.
Even in this proper prayer posture
I know
I will be surprised
Into belief.
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