Is waiting for God
really like
waiting for Godot –
the one who never
comes or is always
yet to come? Maybe.
The funny thing is
that the Godot
waiters never seem
to mind very much –
the waiting –
but we? A different
story – we mind very
much as we sky-cry
Where are You?
What would it be like
to wait without minding
the waiting? Without
the impatience? The
sky-crying child anger?
Waiting without demand
or expectation beyond
the waiting itself?
Maybe that’s Advent.
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