Waiting to Rise

Waiting in silence, 

  closed eyes looking

    toward the east sky,

straining to hear

   the echoing sounds

    of the last trumpet.

 

Waiting to rise,

   from the dark ground,

    into the waiting air,

going after glory,

  now breaking forth

    upon the waiting earth.

 

Waiting no more,

   the One who came

     now comes again

in a final move

   to take His people,

     the waiting ones, home.