They walk in fire
confidently, assuredly
head held high
arms outstretched;
longing for something
that can’t be seen,
longing for something that can’t be felt.
They walk on water
no hesitations,
no doubts;
looking
as far as the eye can see
seeing
what is not there,
seeing
what is hidden.
They know it will be theirs;
they know patience,
they know trust
yearning, longing
yet waiting
always waiting.
It will come, that they know
it will arrive, that they are sure,
time is their friend
their comfort through it all.