-Wait No More-
By Alexandra Lane
The waiting has been a steady bridge
between past, present, and future.
Stars lighting this path
of expectation for that long-ago promised heel.
A heel imagined attached
to conqueror’s body,
born on the back of a warhorse.
God among us but not
one of us.
this heel is small and wrinkled,
the skin not yet needing to stretch
to hold the Servant King’s feet,
born rather in a horse’s trough.
What grand reversal is this?
That the One who knit
neurons, protons, and electrons
forming the backbone to life-created--
is now bound by them.
for the sake of this
For this world, it seems the waiting
is over, and yet, not quite finished--
For now, we wait
with a Hope that
cracks open the stars--
bleeding gold to cover the brokenness.
A Hope that calls
to heaven, to earth,
it’s kingdoms, and to us--
and says, God is here. He has become one of us.
The wait for Him, at last,
The wait for redemption
Copyright 2018. Must the permission of Alex Lane before printing or publishing this poem.
Acrylic, acrylic gouache, paper + dirt on raw cotton canvas
Approximately: 18in x 30in
Inspired by the poem -Wait No More- by Alexandra Lane
Lanecia A. Rouse Tinsley