Listening

My friend Hafiz

spoke to me

across these thousands of miles,

these hundreds of years.

 

He told me how they all waited for God to speak.

And they cried when he did not.

 

I have been there.

Crying those tears with them.

Tonight was different though.

 

The wind let go of the dirt it had been carrying.

It stopped pushing those branches gently aside.

The birds stopped their bickering.

The clouds stood still in the sky.

 

Tonight, all the lights turned green as we waited for God to speak.

This eager hush fell over the crowds.

Those lucky enough to be scratching the gray coating off their lottery tickets…

All came up winners.

 

Tonight, we all waited for God to speak.

Just as they had waited, hundreds of years ago.

 

But tonight?

That waiting?

That waiting itself…

 

That

was all

that we needed.

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