EverySong

 EverySong

(“He has brought down rulers from their thrones. But he has lifted up people who are not considered important.” Luke 1:52)

You have been waiting for the miracle to arrive,
we have been waiting too.
You have been watching for the change overnight,
we have been watching too.
The skies crowded with blooming clouds and
the earth shook like the barrel of a gun
and we were all stunned that the end had not
begun.

You were aching for a new frame of mind,
we were aching too.
You were asking for further review,
we were asking too.
The grains of sand tore at your shoes
while the pains in your head shrunk every
thought of rescue. We were all hoping
for overnight lifeboats to arrive.

But the tides turn slow as leaven,
justice arcs less sharp than mustard seeds.

The foundations, our assumptions,
the ascension to the throne;
the notions, the oceans,
the VIP receptions; alone we
hoped to be seen by the mighty
and be changed in an instant
as proof we were waiting like
a bride for her groom.

But the healing arrived well after
all the RSVPs went home.
The relief was chanted like a solo
sung into the unknown.

You have been searching for heaven’s reversal,
we have been searching too.
You have been schooling for the final rehearsal,
we have been schooling too.
The lame will walk, the blind will see,
the pain will be swallowed by nickname’s embrace
and the lowly;
and slowly the oppressed will see freedom’s
announcement in every song and
every story told of
the kingdom to come.