His Lemonade's Ready

Some piece of The Prairie Tale from 2007

I can feel His eminent arrival. Oh, He's on his way! I'm quite sure of it. The wind has ceased to howl across the prairie.

I have addictions that can never be satiated. Desires that will never be fulfilled. Cravings for things impossible to obtain. Dreams lying stagnant. Hopes that died decades ago. Unreachable goals. Unrequited love.

These are the times when He comes and gives me a sharp boot in the a*s, if I'm lucky. Oh, please, let me be right about His coming! I have His lemonade ready. I'm floundering. The dust and cat hair are rising. I'm living in fear and sadness. The windows and doors are closed.

I lie in bed, hanging onto the headboard for dear life. The darkness sweeps over me in waves, and I hang on tight to keep from washing away. When my arms grow tired, it sweeps me out into its vast, black ocean and I give way to wherever it takes me.

I need Him to come before my arms give out.