Hey I found a poem I wrote last year!
“I go,” You said,
To ready the rooms:
The cloth-covered tables
Of warm honeyed bread
Of chilled milk, of spiced wine;
The blanket-spread beds
Of breeze-dried sheets
Of silk pillows, of worn quilts.
And the sunlit room of cushions and chairs
Where we recline or sit or stand
To sip steaming coffee or chai or tea or soymilk
To just gaze at You, silenced by your kindness
Laughing with Your joy
At us and You together
We know our expectations
Are tinted by this lens of our experience here
“Tell the others,” You said
While I Am working
For the day when the time is right
To bring you all home with Me
“Let them know,” You said
That I Am good, I Am the One
They were looking for after all these years
You know us so completely
We do so well with purpose
It fills our chests, it fills our days
We go, we work, we wait
While You go, You work, You wait.
We wait with calm hands and dry eyes.
We wait with trembling limbs and aching hearts.
We wait with You and know You’ve felt the same.
It is solace when we falter.
For we have these invitations
Sealed in bloodied wax
And though we know you’ve perfect timing
We have our hours
That are an instant and an eon in Your eyes
That feel like everything to us
We are bad at being patient
With our shattered bones
In the midst of shattered buildings