Archive for June, 2009
the wild waiting place*
The thunderhead, black and pregnant with rain, blows across my path again.
A night of wind and breath, questions and groaning.
Will it rain?
It looks like rain.
Is that a drop?
What if there’s rain?
What if there’s no rain?
The air is thick with chaos and humidity as tall grasses bend low and shush loudly.
But then, as quickly as it moved in, the gale pushes the storm beyond the place where I am.
No storm tonight.
Only clouds.
And currents pitching against one another.
And I am left again in the wake of warm breezes on a strange and erratic precipice.
Wondering.
Hoping.
In the wild waiting place.
*For Jude.
I should have known you’d throw all our expectations to the wind, you little wild man.
We love you…and love waiting for you.
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Nuclear threats.
Tyrannical regimes.
Wearying recession.
Corrupt leaders.
Deadly medications.
And a helpless baby, pushing his fully formed arms and legs against the wall of my womb, preparing for the journey here.
Here? You really want to come here, I asked Jude this morning as I scanned headlines and he hiccuped inside.
And then I heard it. An old song.
He’s got the whole world in His hands…
I sang the familiar song to my baby. I sang it over and over, until I started to believe it. But I think it may have been the other way around.
I think Jude was singing it to me.
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