black night turns grey
grey morning turns light
the sun rises on a blank day
they weren’t waiting for Sunday
they were grieving the end
we look back and call it the waiting
they thought it was the end
like sheep again without a shepherd
what had he said
what had it meant
now it was gone
was he really who he said he was
this was not how it was supposed to end
from the future we watch and say just wait!
you’re so close. just wait.
they’re not waiting. they’re mourning the end.
from here we say sunday’s coming, it’s coming!
they wish their lives would end, there, too.
we live on the side of resurrection.
they lived through it.
from there he says
it’s coming it’s coming
you’re so close just wait
from here we say are you sure
from there he says sunday’s coming, it’s coming!
from here we say how long
from there he says I have a place for you
from here we say I’m working so hard on this place here
from there he says it’s coming it’s coming
from here we say when
from there he says I love you, I’m coming
from here we say, we’re yours, we’re waiting