Waiting for Someone to Come
Suzanne Morris
September 22, 2024
I keep thinking of the
mop of blond hair above
the thin shoulders of the
fourteen-year-old boy
being arraigned in the
Georgia courtroom
the unruly blond hair
concealing his profile
as he responds politely
to the Judge
making me think of
an angel in a Christmas pageant
you know, the one who
doesn’t fit in with the others
keeping vigil over the
manger scene,
his halo tilting slightly off-center
the tragedy of the boy’s
home life
spilling over to
destroy four innocent lives and
irreparably damage many more
the assault weapon a gift from
the misguided father
trying to create a bond
with his flailing son.
Several days later, I am
reading a magazine story
of the last two Shakers–
Brother Arnold and Sister June–
aging peacefully alongside their
outer family, neighbors and friends
at the Sabbathday Lake Shaker Village
in Maine, while keeping the faith that
Someone is coming; the work
will go on
as Shakers have believed since
their beginning in 1774.
I find myself superimposing
the image of the
boy with the mop of
blond hair
upon the utopian picture
of the Shaker community
as if somehow,
before it was too late,
his pleas for help had
been heard all the way to
Sabbathday Lake
where he arrived,
still innocent,
to enter into this
community of love and grace
to learn to plane wood
and grow a garden,
to hay the field and
tend the sheep;
to share with others
in the joyful harvest
at the bounteous
noonday meal
and so to be taught that
he was part of something
larger than himself, that
his life was precious,
his labors
a vehicle for the divine,
that all along
he had been
someone
the Shakers were
waiting for.
–After Keeping the Faith, by Jordan Kisner
New York Times Magazine, 9/8/2024
Photographs by Lucas Foglia
A native of Houston, Suzanne Morris has made her home in East Texas for nearly two decades. Her poems have appeared in anthologies as well as online poetry journals, including The Texas Poetry Assignment, The New Verse News, The Pine Cone Review, and Stone Poetry Quarterly.