And what I say to you I say to all: Keep awake. Mark 13:37
As another year unfolds, what are you waiting for?
We call it longing
because it distends our sense of time,
and so much living is enlarged in the waiting.
for healing to happen,
anticipating a change to come,
expecting a loved one’s imminent return.
for loss to soften,
an ache to ease,
a void to shrink.
for tempers to cool,
a chafed heart to mend,
a conflict to ease, a bloody war’s end.
for a new day to break,
a tired old one to wane,
for the silence of night, or the chorus of dawn.
for a newborn’s cry,
or a loved one’s final breath;
we vigil before the mysteries of birth and death.
for the torrent to abate,
eager for the drought’s release,
we hold out for hunger and injustice to cease.
So many ways
and shapes of expectation,
whetted by keen anticipation.
All the while, and all around,
so much secretly undeclared,
quietly waits to be noticed, savored, shared.
The meaning of awe is to realize that life takes place under wide horizons, horizons that range beyond the span of an individual life or even the life of a nation, a generation, or an era. Awe enables us to perceive in the world intimations of the divine, to sense in small things the beginning of infinite significance, to sense the ultimate in the common and the simple; to feel in the rush of the passing the stillness of the eternal. Abraham Heschel
waiting feels like drowsy,
Routines called “ordinary”,
when taken for granted,
numb and stultify.
Immune to golden sunsets and icy mountain peaks,
milky ocean spray and windswept wilderness,
we fail to notice the grandeur and beauty that over-wash us.
Even crisis fails to stir those still blind
to famished children, ravaged lives,
littered oceans, denuded hills, rapacious mines.
Daily life presents challenges and lessons
that measure our attentive presence,
and test our receptivity.
In every golden moment grace hides
in plainest sight
for those with presence of mind and a will to penetrate.
When life, love or loss
lift the veil,
hearts and horizons are transfigured.
In the clarity of astonishment,
there is nothing
ordinary about existence.
Thus poets, artists, mystics come to life;
poised for inspiration,
to crack hearts or mend them.
that heightened state of readiness,
of wakeful watching and wondering.
Wakefulness sharpens connection,
disdains distraction, discards pretension,
Like a heron intent on a gravelly stream,
or a tail-twitching tabby transfixed in the grass,
electrically-charged anticipation sharpens senses with focus and purpose.
Now we enter a state of expectant attention—
the opposite of terminal boredom.
Fine-tuning the present, attentive to the peripheries,
scanning the horizon,
wakeful wondering disciples wait.
(God) did not wait till the world was ready,
till (all the) nations were at peace.
(God) came when the Heavens were unsteady,
and prisoners cried out for release. Madeleine L’Engle
Who knows how grace will
greet you this day, this year.
But will she find you awake and ready to receive?