Waiting…

Waiting. McMuffin breakfast and coffee.
Music playing: doesn’t make the coffee taste any better.
U2. Consoling, familiar: “In the Name of Love.”
Imago Dei – the crucified. Love’s true name.

Tears. Fighting back the sobbing.
Why? For my pain? For hers, for my friends?
It’s all in a weave.
Drawn to Him as he hangs.
To hold Him. To hold Him as he bleeds for me.
This love I long for. This love He died for.

I once knew joy. Dim now. It’s okay.
Dread instead. Future pain hurts now too.
Hold on. Reach up! Hug His blessed feet. Don’t let go.
The third day will come.