In the group home they are waiting

Waiting for the phone to ring

Waiting for the pill to work

Waiting for the shift to change

Waiting for the Lord to come.

On the day that he returns

They’ll be waiting by the door

With their shoes already on

Telling me to hurry up.

An advent wreath sits on a table.  The candles are unlit and it is in shadow.  In the background is a nativity scene.
Photo by Julian Hochgesang on Unsplash