Out the window nothing changes
The sky grey, the road empty, the front doors all closed
The lights that blink and glow in evening
Are hidden now, as if such a thing as color
So much of life is waiting
It is forced upon us
In the dentist’s office
In the line at the store.
Waiting for the mailman
To bring news of a loved one
Or an answer to some application or hope
The Bible tells us to wait
How many times?
How long must we wait?
Longer than we thought
Longer than we planned for
Longer than we believed was reasonable
If we wait aright
What finally comes is not what we hoped for
But some great surprise
Exceeding all that we could ask or think.