“Not yet,” He said.
Or—At least He implied.
Or—At least I inferred from His
Years of silence. Decades of silence. 400 years of silence
Or—At least it seems that way.
So forgive me, but it’s hard to believe.
It’s hard to wait.
It’s hard to listen when all I hear is . . .
—Did you hear it?
I didn’t either.
My heart is faint;
My eyelids droop;
Lifter of my head, I wait for You.
I behold a sky waiting for a star of hope
I belong to a world waiting for a Son of God,