It’s in the timing

How do I express the passion within?

How do I let go of the long held defence?

If I show my inside, the yearning, longing…

For more and more of you.

Will they scoff as so many have before?

 

Saturday of Easter week seems the perfect time,

To think of waiting

Of timing

Of chronos and kairos

The seconds of the day I waste

Thinking of more waiting.

 

The emptiness of this Saturday

Begs to be explored

The waiting of the disciples

Unsure now, of what they were waiting for

 

They had left their good jobs and homes

To follow their leader and now…

Well he was dead

The ministry finished.

How did that feel?

 

Later there would be disbelief, doubt, rejoicing

Barbequed fish and running to tell

But now on this day

Emptiness reigns

How long can a day actually be?

As each second feels like a minute

And the hours take forever to come.

 

Going back is not an option

Matt cannot collect tax any more

Taking this hollow Saturday

To reflect and pray

And ask what do you want from me, next?