Monday, June 11, 2012

The Knock


I'm waiting.
Waiting
I'm waiting for the knock.
The knock.
I'm waiting for the knock on the front door.
The knock.
The knock from the Official of the Court.
The Official of the Court with
The warrant of removal from the premises.
Three days.
Three days to vacate before you're locked out.
Three days.
Jesus rose again, in fulfillment of the Scriptures,
In three days.
There's no resurrection waiting for me.
No chance to be reborn from the fiery ashes of my life.
I'm waiting.
Waiting.
I'm waiting for the knock.
The knock.
The knock on the front door.
But all I hear are birds,
And a lawn mower.
The curtains are open.
I can see down the walk, coming up to my house.
Can see him coming.
Coming.
The Official of the Court
With the warrant of removal.
I'm watching.
I'm waiting.
Waiting for the knock.
The knock.
The knock on the front door.
Afraid to leave the house.
Afraid to miss the knock.
The knock.
The knock on the front door.

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