morning poem, December 23, 2016

Waiting

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

Never existed.

 

We wait

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.

 

Copyright 2016

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