Waiting

 

He waits for me

as I wait for Him

We never lose touch

the lines remain unbroken

He waits for me

for He knows the hour

Our tryst is often silent

unspoken words are exchanged

Sometimes I am audible

His words are deep and subdued

I express myself badly

stymied by language

He has a silent eloquence

with clarity and succinct

We have come to know

and love one another

He is faithful and patient

I am quite often the reverse

His love is not tangible

nor is mine

save what I can do

for others

He is waiting now

as it is late

He does not beckon

yet I see Him waiting

I must go as I long 

to speak and be with Him

Every morning and night

we are waiting

Never have I been disappointed