advent, week 1.

We are waiting
for the first gasp
for the last sigh
for the smile
for the kiss
for the bell

we are waiting
for the papers to be signed
for the phone to ring
for the message to arrive
for the end
for the beginning

we are waiting for the sky to open up
we are waiting for the sun and stars to fall

we live along the taut-pulled string of time
anticipating its snap or its slackening
and the day when we see
that it’s been sewn into a robe of splendor
for its Maker

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