THE COMING

I listen to the wind

It whispers, he is coming

I look and look but he doesn’t come

I listen to everyone

They say behind my back

He is not coming, she waits in vain

She is no longer his bride

But when I listen to the rain

It patters on the roof

And I think it says, He is coming

The dawn is here, and new promises it brings

I stand at the window

Watching the rays of the great orb

As they warm my skin and light up the world

He is coming, the orb says

I feel the little bun in the oven

It grows everyday, I can feel its heartbeat

I listen to the little kicks, of the tiny legs and fists

It seems to say, he is coming

And I wait, He is coming, I tell myself

I stand at the window again

The great orb is long set

And in its place are the clear night sky, with the bright stars

I look at the distant hills where the bright glow of the moon rests.

It is beautiful

I listen to my heart, it says he is coming.

I am alone, starting to waver

Thinking, will he come?

And then I hear.

The sound I have waited for what seems like eons

The sound of the crunch of the gravel at the drive.

My heart seems to stop

Footsteps

He is here! He is here! My heart sings

And he comes, he comes home to us.