Waiting- fingers slowly tracing
love across the stretched flesh
on an abdomen full of hope
Waiting-some nameless innkeeper
ponders how angry travelers
will find enough room
Waiting- shepherds thoughts escape
toward empty heavens soon
to be full of angel voices.
Waiting-all Creation like some
spinning cocoon filled with
wings of anticipation.
Waiting- so must we
on birth, and crowds, and common
folk who announce God’s surprise.