Expectancy

I walk home from the school run in my new DMs,
breaking them in, my feet are protesting and wincing.
They will become comfort and home,
like my old friends in my forgotten self-room.

My soul winces and struggles
to feed itself only the life-giving, growing fruits.
But I know if I break it in, I’ll come home,
and the light will grow, guiding.

The cars beep at the green light
to tell the one at the front to go.
The time to go is now, to move into the new soul life.

The lit windows in the hospital
speak of the interior castle,
my soul time will shine a light on the forgotten darkened rooms.

Perhaps Sue Monk Kidd is right,
God’s message is in everything,
if we search expectantly.