Waiting
by Kathy Clark-Dickens,
All my life I have waited:
waited for the project to be completed,
waited for supper to be ready,
waited for the doctor to see me.
I have waited at the traffic light,
waited for the right relationship,
waited to grow up.
I have waited alone or waited with friends.
I have waited anxiously.
I have waited expectantly.
Some waits have brought joy.
Other waits have brought bad news.
Some waits have been “worth waiting for.”
waited for the project to be completed,
waited for supper to be ready,
waited for the doctor to see me.
I have waited at the traffic light,
waited for the right relationship,
waited to grow up.
I have waited alone or waited with friends.
I have waited anxiously.
I have waited expectantly.
Some waits have brought joy.
Other waits have brought bad news.
Some waits have been “worth waiting for.”
Now it is Advent, and I am waiting again.
This time I am waiting in the darkness of my soul—
ravaged by sorrow, anger, and fear.
But I do not despair in the waiting,
for I remember the way light looks and feels.
The memories of silent nights with starlit skies are with me,
and I am bathed in the warmth of love’s light.
And so I hope—for Messiah to come.
This time I am waiting in the darkness of my soul—
ravaged by sorrow, anger, and fear.
But I do not despair in the waiting,
for I remember the way light looks and feels.
The memories of silent nights with starlit skies are with me,
and I am bathed in the warmth of love’s light.
And so I hope—for Messiah to come.
Voices sing, “Prepare him room.”
I know now waiting cannot be passive.
There is something to do, but where?
I have no inn or stable, but in my heart,
I can make room.
Move over despair.
Make room for Truth, for Life, for Love.
Make room for the Prince of Peace.
I know now waiting cannot be passive.
There is something to do, but where?
I have no inn or stable, but in my heart,
I can make room.
Move over despair.
Make room for Truth, for Life, for Love.
Make room for the Prince of Peace.
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