Wait

Fear of the unknown seeps in.

Doubt comes in waves, disturbing.

Waiting can weigh us down.

It seems like answers will never come.

In the world of the easy fix.

Waiting is deadly, boring, inefficient.

Yet God calls us to wait, to stand 

Into the tension of the in between.

Already and not yet promises.

The discomfort of not knowing.

All the hope focused on a star,

In the bleakest, longest night.

With it is born the smallest voice.

We can't hear through all the noise

Of answers we wish to hear.

No this is a letting go of us.

A surrender to the threads of

What may become, eventually.