By Stacey Kohl
As the days grow shorter and the nights longer, I wait.
As the wind blows more sharply and the world around me grows colder, I wait.
As the very earth seems to sink low into the darkness of winter, I wait.
I wait because I know someone is coming—because I know someone has already come.
I wait because I know this someone will take the darkness and make it light
Will take the cold and make it warmth
Will take the weight of so much pain,
so much anger,
so much loneliness,
so much hate,
and lift it away.
I wait because the one who is coming—the one who has already come—is love itself.
And love is always worth waiting for.