Persons entered silence expectantly
and waited. Having heard God before,
each knew it could happen again here and
now, though no one knew how another heard,
experienced or translated silence
and gathering. Expectance’s power
like electric current magnified by
building up in waiting, in silence, in
apprehension, in love, radiated
around and through the coughing and squirming
imperfect people who know enough togather, greet, open, and then wait and see.
Still at Manor Care of Mercy Fitzgerald Hospital--
writing to Mary's Midweek Motif Prompt at Poets United.
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