Today I Cried

Today I cried,

not from sadness,

not from joy,

not even from emptiness.

It wasn’t the unpaid bills or the pressing deadlines.

It wasn’t the echo of my father’s absence,

that grief has learned to sit quietly within.

It wasn’t old wounds or past betrayals;

those have long been forgiven.

It wasn’t even the racial slurs hurled at me

by the frail old woman hunched over her cane.

The tears came from somewhere deeper,

a travail too deep for words.

Today I cried.

They were the tears of earnest expectation,

longing for the day when the sons of God will be manifest,

longing for the day when creation’s groans and anxious longings

will give way to fulfillment;

when all things are freed from their slavery to corruption

into the freedom of the children of God.

I longed for the day when bodies are redeemed,

seized by glory;

when infirmities flee and weary feet soar,

when the glory to be revealed

makes the suffering of this present time

worth enduring.

Today I longed,

Was it nostalgia?

A faint whisper of humanity in its first glory with God?

Or was it a glimpse of the promise yet to come?

Today I longed. I hope. I wait.

Tomorrow, I shall cry no more.

By: Marcia E Vormawor.