Waiting

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

◄ He is......

The Numinous ►

Comments

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M.C. Newberry

Sun 11th Mar 2018 17:25

Faith takes so many forms in this life - under an Almighty
if you are of that persuasion.

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keith jeffries

Sat 10th Mar 2018 22:06

Anya, you are right. It is about God. Thank you. Keith

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Anya

Sat 10th Mar 2018 20:20

I am sorry for asking, maybe it is too personal. Is this poem about God? It is beautiful . Anya x

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Jon

Thu 25th Jan 2018 10:53

Hi Keith
Very moving and beautiful. Nice one mate
Jon

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 23rd Jan 2018 14:16

A touching and true essay on how love and friendship are
degrees of the same human feeling towards another.

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