What were you waiting for?

You who swam snug

and warm, cushioned

in amniotic fluid,

what were you waiting for?

And why did you chose such a,

perilous

precarious entry?

Did you want to experience that first

sharp intake of breath?

Did you want to be helpless,

dependant?

Can we learn from this?

And now at your command we wait

for an unknown time,

struggling with our

unpreparedness,

as we grapple with the

babe in the manger,

will you come

again amongst us

with power and great glory?

Or will you come, quietly,

growing in and through us…?

Why are you waiting again?

Can we really believe that the day and time is

veiled, even from your eyes?

We cry come,

from the depths of our hearts

where prayers

turn to groans

and sighs;

we cry come,

and yet

we hope you will wait,

just a little longer…

But come…

Smooth out your grace,

as a blanket of pardon

over earth’s mistakes,

and come…

What are you waiting for?