from the book embracing now: pain, joy, healing, living.
a hope.
enduring the waiting.
prayers. and more prayers while
enduring more waiting.
holding on to the hope.
or being held by it.
then, unexpectedly, an arrival.
a dream shifts
from fiction to reality.
i smile.
and give thanks.
those few sentences expose truth.
but a slow process,
or many times
more slowly than slow.
the lengthy line
from hope-in-heart
to thing-in-hand
lures us toward exhaustion.
we open eyes in the dark and ask,
“did i miss it?”
“was i mistaken in assuming
this was the promise?”
“am i wrong?”
limited vision leaves us muffled.
our now is now.
life’s now is wider in space,
deeper in depth,
longer on clock.
it is a process of
a grin glancing from afar
then disappearing in the clouds
before showing itself again
appearing to not even be
coming this way.
but it is.
slowly.
step by step,
breath by breath,
beat by beat,
a process in tune
with the time zone
of development, not demand,
of harvest, not hurry,
of endurance, not thrill.
marathons make us different
creatures. character redesigned, rediscovered, artistically crafted.
yes, hope. the waiting with endurance. while praying and holding on.
or being held a hope. enduring the waiting. prayers. and more prayers while enduring more waiting. holding on to the hope. or being held by the hope.
that arrival,
that dream came. a smile.
after what seemed so long.
all has come.
