Wait
Published as ADVENT by Fathom Magazine
What I would not give to rise
from this window seat of longing
to brave my way into the gray
and through the gray to part
the veil that obscures life
from light
If I were a bird, I would nest
in you, in your safety. Pluck
the healing from your hands
and place, honey-sweet,
your promise on my tongue.
Oh, to taste your goodness.
Yet… your already-but-
not-yet kingdom
will not yet receive me.
Not yet.
I must wait,
face and hands pressed
against the glass. Peering,
seeing only dimly now.
I must wait
for your hand to throw open
the palace gates, for
your hand to lift the curse.
to lift my chin.
Write your name upon my brow.
Place your pledge upon my finger.
Tuck your flower in my hair.