We are a world of waiting people.
Waiting for the bus.
Waiting for the next available teller.
Waiting for them to find a cure.
Waiting for the light to turn green.
And we are not a patient people.
We tap our feet
fumble with our keys
and roll our eyes
to hurry you along
because on the other side of this wait
is more waiting to be had.
There is another line
another train to catch.
And in this quiet morning moment
we have had
Enough days unsatisfied
Enough with the waiting for the next better
Our longings are of a different breed
we wait because we do not know what else to do.
We’re waiting for You.
And no amount of foot tapping
or eye rolling
will quicken Your steps.
We’re just waiting.
Would You please come soon?