After Acts 1
The
creation waits, standing
on
tiptoe, for the sons to be
revealed,
to be
redeemed,
first the sons
then
the creation to be
redeemed
from the then
to
the will be
to
the crown,
waiting
sometimes
it is not go ye
sometimes
it is stay ye
and
wait
wait
for the words spoken
by
tongues of fire
wait,
and you will know
why
you wait;
it
is not what you expect.
Admonished
by men in white
they
turn from the cloud,
from
the hill, returning
to
the town,
to
the room, to wait
for
what is not known,
for
what is hoped.
Photograph: scene from the interior of
the sculpture “Threshold” at Laity Lodge, Leakey, Texas.
