Anticipation

Anticipation

A thrill of hope-

The weary find a spark of life.

Translation,

so much excitement, relief,

nausea, and joy in one giant knot.

The urgency to fast forward to the good part.

The climax of the story.

But to do so is to rush.

What is in this pregnant hope?

Why must it percolate so long to fill my soul?

Anticipation, made sweet in places of waiting and longing.

Found in places of life-long laborers and their prayers.

Found in generations longing for change, filled with hope and not embittered by the wait.

Will justice come to write an excellent ending to this story?

Yes! It has happened before.

Imagine,

Holding a divine download that change was coming.

Being the one person who knew it to the core and was responsible

for spreading the good news.

The feeling: Relief? Dread?

Nausea and excitement again?

How many 'should a better man have had my place' thoughts

have been stockpiled in these forerunner stories?

Or even "I didn't sign up for this,' moments along the way?

Longevity is made through generations of stories of longing for more.

Humble, beautiful change agents set on dependency,

trusting the bigger story. All with a few bold-as, crazy

to walk against the conventional mindsets and beliefs.

Perhaps it is legacy, a picture just beyond reach,

that keeps these fires burning?

How many change agents sought no control? No outcome?

Only held onto a promise?

How many had no words, only a deep guttural belief?

How many saw the gift beyond the cost of their own reputation?

How many were laughed at, spit on, rejected… or worse?

In today's world, how many would be ghosted? Sued?

Social media slighted, blocked... because rumor has it?

Anticipation must always outweigh the fear.

For it is gold, while fear is easier to find

but has no real value.

Anticipation is hard to grab hold of

but is carried longer and with a lighter heart.

It gives way to a celebration on the road to restoration,

like a crack of thunder announcing the change of the weather.

A glimpse of a longing fulfilled.

No more oppression, no more death or injustice, no more tears.

Exhale- peace on earth. Peace between men.

All strivings cease.

Impossible?

Goosebumps.

A prick of hope.

There is a light glowing dimly up ahead.

We must not tire on the journey.

For what if this anticipation is in itself a promised gift?

A pressure that will eventually produce something great?

To recognize the sweetness of what is ahead,

we lift our eyes as our hearts whisper...

It's coming...