I look with those around me to an uncertain future. 

We are living in the middle. Not the before or the after. The painful in between. The part where we want so desperately to know that it will go our way.

That we will get what we want: comfort, security, love, assurance...

But whatever conclusion I think tomorrow offers is yet another to-be-continued. Because the true end has already happened and is also yet to come. 

The salvation I cry out for was given at an intersection of wood and blood. It is finished.
And yet I continue to cry out. Begging to know more while I live in the middle.