The Man
I looked out over the horizon and saw a man walking toward me slowly, his back to the sun and it in my eyes. I thought to myself, I wish he would walk faster so I would know if it was he who I am waiting on. As sun rays bounced off his silhouette shooting skyward like rockets toward heaven I could not make out his face. Slowly, and even seeming to slow more, it’s agony waiting to both see and know. I stand still, take a deep breath and quiet myself. He will get here just wait. Out of know where a very large fly dives down at me, buzzes my ear, and then bounces off my nose. Wait! Where did He go? Oh, there he is still moving toward me. Cars swoosh by, horns honk and sirens wail as I stand waiting; is it him? I think he is limping. I think he is strangely lurching forward. Could this really be Him? As I stare attempting to squint through the piercing light, I am knocked forward. I lose my balance and attempt to brace for the fall as the ground rushes toward me. Just before I hit the ground, I look up to see the flash of a red bicycle and a boy who could me not more than six; I have hurt my wrist. I stagger to my feet and fix my gaze on He who now stands in front of me. Is it He? I can’t see, my glasses, where did they go. It must have been a result of the sudden throw. I just do not know. How could this be? I cannot see. Is it He who I am waiting on?
Is He?