Expectation
After J.S. Bach, “Mass in B Minor: Et Expecto Resurrectionem”
We begin small:
a kernel dropping to soil
a weak and fickle seed
a broken passing moment
dust
expectantly,
expectant…
of what breaks forth
in trumpet-shower,
in polyphonic spring,
in vibrant alleluia
voices thrumming, harmony
bursting
from these broken chords
in joy!
What we sow now, broken,
soon we reap
in harvest plenty,
singing where
our tears once fell:
Alleluia!
Alleluia!
Alleluia! Expectantly.
The Consolations of Writing 