The Long Wait.
Each day beckons to me as the sun rises, the coffee perks and the thought of my love still sleeping in the next room comforts me.
I ponder the question of whether today will be the day that I finally begin to receive the answers to life’s mysteries which to this point God has chosen that I not be allowed to see.
Why am I here? What is my purpose? Where did I come from and where will my journey end?
Is God inside me? All around me? Or, is he watching from afar as I struggle to know, to comprehend?
The day blossoms into soothing warmth as the sun bathes the world around me with rays that seem to emanate from heaven rather than just another glowing star.
My mind wanders to days past filled with memories of parents, of siblings, of friends, of my loving wife, of children long since gone to continue their life’s journey from afar.
My focus soon returns and just for an instant I await the thunderous sound of God’s voice filling the room.
However, the moment quickly passes and I am left once again with the disappointment that so frequently looms.
Oh well, I tell myself, maybe tomorrow God will see fit to speak if I plead, if I kneel, if I pray.
I am hopeful, but something inside me warns me that the long wait may well continue… for yet another day.
As the days go by and the sun rises and sets the warmth fades as does my hope for the answers I so fervently seek.
The thought that I may never know silently but without hesitation creeps into the depths of my mind and I wonder if my faith is far too weak.
But I ask myself, what is faith if not the desire to discover the wonders of what God has created and to question so as to better understand ones probable fate.
So in spite of the past and with great anticipation for the future I count my many blessings and prepare anew for the continuance of the long wait.
©Copyright 2007 Charlie Gragg
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