We wait, wide-eyed not in wonder
But shock, cold
The world spins, stricken for so many reasons
Darkness expanding, truthfulness receding
We wait, wide-eyed, sleepless
Resisting the inevitable
Wondering if something else could happen to break the night
Seeking warmth, seeing home, listening for a whisper to herald the light
I wait
Can I hold attention?
To be patient someone said – is to be brave
The world’s saviour was born blinking into evil’s glare
An eternal mystery wrapped in time and space
Truth come close
To hold the shattered earth
The shards of existence pierced hallowed hands and feet
Before the descent into the deep depth of darkness
But shock, cold
The world spins, stricken for so many reasons
Darkness expanding, truthfulness receding
We wait, wide-eyed, sleepless
Resisting the inevitable
Wondering if something else could happen to break the night
Seeking warmth, seeing home, listening for a whisper to herald the light
I wait
Can I hold attention?
To be patient someone said – is to be brave
The world’s saviour was born blinking into evil’s glare
An eternal mystery wrapped in time and space
Truth come close
To hold the shattered earth
The shards of existence pierced hallowed hands and feet
Before the descent into the deep depth of darkness
And then the rising
But not now
Now is the wait, the waiting
For the birth
It’s so cold and so very dark
Don’t fret
Just stay awake for the miracle
We need to be brave
We need to be saved
© Sarah Larkin 2016
