“Wait” Holds the Not-Yet, Not-Now

I sat silent in the newness of day, my Bible reading complete, journal open, asking the Lord what He wanted to share with me. I was feeling impatient with the pain that lingered in my back, also restless for face-to-face connection during this time of social distancing. His words came sharp and quick.

WAIT

that is a harder word

than do or go, or even stop

wait asks for stillness

trust, the essence of faith

wait holds the not yet

not now, but also holds

the perfect present

Wait. Now that’s a word worth pondering. We are all waiting. Even creation itself is waiting.

That’s why I don’t think there’s any comparison between the present hard times and the coming good times. The created world itself can hardly wait for what’s coming next. Everything in creation is being more or less held back. God reins it in until both creation and all the creatures are ready and can be released at the same moment into the glorious times ahead. Meanwhile, the joyful anticipation deepens.  Romans 8:19-21, The Message

Wait – A Different Kind of Music

My prompt for you this month is the word wait or the idea of waiting. Allow the word to stir your spirit. Take your time, rest with it. Trust that words will develop their own music, as C. K. Williams says below:

“Poems have a different music from ordinary language, and every poem has a different kind of music of necessity, and that’s,
in a way, the hardest thing about writing poetry is waiting for that music, and sometimes you never know if it’s going to come.”

Some things that might start your own symphony:

• What have you long been waiting for?
• How hard is it for you to wait?
• How would you teach the idea of waiting to a child?
• Have you seen the fruit that resulted from a long wait? How did it taste?

It Is Again a Time of Waiting

Here is a small poem that waiting gave me:

It is again a time of waiting
Spring drifts in skittish
her fragrance lingers
only brief moments
before taking flight

taste and see
taste and see
sweet mingles spice
yet He Is good

rain chills the air
refusing to fall
new growth awaits
the water
and the warm

each page I turn
speaks of surrender
letting go
letting Him

while the April winds sing

patience is a lesson that takes a lifetime to learn…

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