You light candles and you wait, not like waiting at the bus stop with the rain soaking your day and the time passing like tree growth. You light candles and you wait, not like standing in line at the grocery store with your parsley dripping on your shoe and the woman in front of you writing a check like a novel. You light candles as you sing songs of joy in minor keys and you wait like a man sitting at the restaurant table with the calla lilies in his hand and the diamond ring hidden inside the death-by-chocolate dessert looking every direction every moment to see his beloved appear and feel his heart pound at what is about to happen. You wait like this lighting candles one by one waiting for something to happen even as nothing does year after year war after war death after death. You wait like this this Advent this life because somehow even without anyone coming to take your flowers you still believe.