I Will Wait

March roars...

I will wait, I will wait for you.

Monday night, the voice of trust.  The silence of a candlelit room, hands surrender, the spirit will rise.

And I'll kneel down.

Wait for you.

Tuesday at the Presbytery.  Chills and tears...to what I am called. Out of the boardrooms and the bedrooms, and into the streets.

Raise my hands

Paint my spirit gold.

Today we welcome 5 continents, women from every shore. The violence of the world has slaughtered-- but not the soul.  The women rise, return to promise and pave a new way.  

And bow my head

Keep my heart slow.

Drive home, beneath the crosses of Breakneck Ridge.  The song plays over and over on the radio; I am paying attention and letting go of this struggle for control.  I will trust.

Cause I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you

*with gratitude to Erin Dunigan, Amandine Roche, Marianne Eliot, and others...for inspirational intersections...  to Mumford and Sons for the song...  and to the still small voice: rising - reminding - letting go... More to come in days ahead.