Time flies in spite of all we are waiting for!
Some prayers get answered quickly,
others are a kind of whisper-woven waiting-room!
Only One knows what all will unfold in the sun's gold trek from east to west,
what prayers will have answers we recognize
and which ones are veiled in what feels like waiting.
I wait for the LORD; my soul does wait, and in His word I put my hope.
What waits to be no one can see save He who keep us in His care
What waits to teach our wanting reach is something each must trust to prayer
What waits to turn lessons we learn to wisdom earned as years increase
Waits to compose with ebbs and flows of highs and lows, a Masterpiece
What waits to blend daybreak and end where whispers wend and groan and grin
What waits to stir perfect wonder to thunder beneath speechless skin
What waits to seal the rush and reel of silk and steel behind closed doors
Waits to create a brand-new gate through which the weight of waiting pours
What waits to make, with give and take the awe and ache of letting go
What waits to tune the afternoon with what will soon festoon thought's show
What waits to spill, to thrill, to fill this uphill drill twixt sky and sod
Waits to become the soldered sum of mercies from the hand of God
© Janet Martin