yieldedness

We are waiting for your presence, God–
patient, like a lover sitting by the telephone
    waiting for the voice of their beloved;
attentive as a farmer watching clouds for rain
    waiting for the parched soil’s relief;
intent as a child standing by the road
    waiting for the parade to appear;
empty as a satellite dish scanning the heavens
    waiting for a message from the stars;
poised as the still arms of a windmill
    waiting for the wind’s inspiration;
open as the wide sand beach
    waiting for the tide’s embrace.
Come, Holy Spirit, come.