In silence, where every footstep squeek upon the lino floor
Is a bold reminder that we are not alone
In this long watch I fight to stay awake
But silence looms and in its oppressive weight
I long for shouts and a noisy arrest to break into this time spent with you.
Alone with you,
All I can do is pray
And in that prayer draw closer
Before the clanging bleep of midnight on my wrist reminds me that
the relentless march of time towards the cross
continues, and lumbers through the dark and into a light
Which makes this calm seem…
…Special.
I will wait Lord,
Just one more hour
because I see
You are waiting on me.
Maundy Thursday, 2017
S. Anne, Glenholt