Is it a surprise,
That we wait
Amidst the sun’s shadows lengthening?
Are we shocked,
As the desperate fingers of trees
Are unveiled twisting, stretching and
grasping yet still for the light?
Are we amazed,
When the lights dance
In the night sky like multi-faceted fairies floating above our heads?
Do we see,
The frost framed flowers
that still yearn for warmth, frozen in time
Like a message from time gone by?
Are we waiting,
Still, unmoved, hesitant,
As the birth pangs herald
The screaming bloodiness of birth?
Are we safe,
In the knowledge that in some other place
In some other time a man walked and
Nails pierced the rough readiness of mortal flesh?
And still we wait,
Caught in the time between times
As a child’s delighted laughter
Fills the night sky with news of a saviour.