Waiting for God

O Silent Presence,

I love you who are
and are to come.
I wait for you
who are already here.

I long to see you right before me—
and this longing is you, isn’t it?
I wake in the night and you are not here or there.
You are the wakefulness.

You are the joy, the stillness,
the Silence the world is made of.
You are the ache, the yearning.
You are what Is and Is Not Yet,

enfolded in this world, unknown:
all that shall be, in the present moment,
You Who Are Coming,
and You Who Are Already.

You who are the Here of this place
beckon me to this place and its love;
you who are the Now of this moment
wait patiently for me to come.

The waiting I thought was for you
is for your beloved.
The ache that I thought was for heaven
is for the world

where you hide in plain sight,
waiting for me.
Aching, even.
Coming.

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Copyright © 2009
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
unfoldinglight@gmail.com