waiting (a poem)

Today's Readings; Psalm 22, Isaiah 52:13-53:12, Hebrews 4:14-16, 5:7-9, John 18:1-19:42

Sitting, waiting. Seconds, minutes, hours

Sitting, waiting. Creak of the wood beneath by body.
Cold stone floor. A cough from the corner.

Sitting, waiting. Praying.

A door opens and shuts. I hang on the long slow creak that breaks my silenence gnawing on every decible like a starved dog on a stolen piece of meat from a garbage can.

Sitting. Waiting. Praying.

I shift, hands in my pockets. Eyes closed I listen to my breath and am thankful for the moist heat.

One, two, three, four....oh there it is!
five, six, seven...I count off the bells ringing from the tower. Eight...

Oh no, no no! Noon! Twelve! My Master! Please, please, please. Stop, stop, Stop!

Nine, Ten, Eleven...I had forgotten and gotten lost in the wait! Please no, please no!

Twelve.
It is finished