I’m sitting in the silence, and I’m waiting.
For an answer?
What’s the question?
I’m watching the darkness, and I’m waiting.
The lifting, the light? Will I embrace the fog?
I juggle fear with peace.
I desire one but cannot release the other, and I’m waiting.
My dreams? An outcome?
What dreams? What outcome?
I fight to own sleep, and I’m waiting.
Do I know? Can I guess?
Will I know when the wait is over?
Will I recognize/accept the answer?
I grasp then release trust, and I am waiting.
I am accomplished in many areas.
But I do not wait well.
Why? Do I know? Can I guess?
Do I stand in hell, heaven, in between?
Perhaps I’m in a classroom, and I’m waiting.
An insight? A lesson? A new season? The end of this one?
Is waiting in fact the insight, lesson, beginning of a new season, the end of this one?
I don’t know.
Is not knowing the same as knowing?
I breathe, pray, hold space, and I’m waiting.
I am waiting.
Copyright February 26, 2018
Laura L. Padgett
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6 thoughts on “Waiting”
Lovely, thank you for sharing.
Thanks for your support and for reading my posts. Blessings to you my friend.
I can really relate. A frustrating place to be.
Laurel, thanks for your support and for commenting.
That is stunning writing and so very true. I found you through your Encouraging Dad’s post. I look forward to much more of your writing. LB Johnson, best selling author, birthmom, dogmom, child of Christ.
Thank you again. I knew the guest blog was going live today and am tickled you like my offering there. It is amazing that generations truly do reflect the traits, habits and gifts of their ancestors. So grateful for my son and my Papa,.