trusting, i come and say yes before
i know the brush of friendship.
trusting i say yes, it will come
He has spoken. Trusting
i say to this shadow, it will
not be long, or maybey
it will, and you will have to wait til
heaven; trusting, i know already
i belong. i am part of this
particular circle already
securely seated within it.
when i woke up at night alone,
the sky was not as certain
as i’d hoped during the day
then, the words came like starlight
“I will people your life.”
trusting, i know this is true
Abraham walked for years.
today i told him
to wait and it would come
and if it didn’t, still
not to grope around
for love from stangers
not to accept the old poisons,
to let hope take its place
at that inner table
he may or may not wait today.
but already, he is less alone there
in what already is starting to look
like a banquet hall
