Held in the Middle of Waiting

The afternoon stretches out, long and flat, another quiet moment where hope feels like it has leaked away again. You are sitting with a result that says no, when your whole body is screaming yes.

It is easy to believe the light has gone out when the answer you wanted does not arrive. But the light does not depend on a positive line or a changing season.

It is steady even when your heart is not. There is a promise that nothing can snatch you from this presence—not disappointment, not silence, not the empty space where you expected life to begin.

You are held in the middle of the waiting. The light is not a reward for getting what you ask for.

It is the ground you stand on when you get nothing.