WAITING THOUGHTS

 

In metal chair

     I sit,

         waiting

             till someone else's

                 task is done.

Waiting...

     the "how" of it

          always

              always

                  our free choice.

The flow of life itself

     by permission

           streams

                in light ripples

                     past my face.

My hair,

     though banded back,

           ruffles softly,

                 freely,

                       in the passing,

                             streaming flow.

Waiting...

     need not be

           a loss,

                a waste

                      of life...

So...lying fully

       on my back,

             tip of face

                  above the ripples,

                         I "wait."

Clear, smooth wavelets

       lapping up

             my body's length,

                   immersing me

                          in flow.

Toes curl

       over smoothest rock,

             anchoring me

                  to my place

                          in life...

But...passing need

      of anchoring,

             they uncurl...

                  so...I float

                        head-ward

                              down the stream.

High mountain sunlight

       plays, dancing

             on my cradling,

                   flowing passage.

Then...of course...

       He is there.

              Of course...He,

                   never speaking,

                         but leading, guiding,

He...Who brings me,

       bridal-wreathed,

              homeward

                     to my patient Groom.

He...Whom I know,

       Whose depthless eyes

              are formed

                   from sparkling water-light.

My flow is

       into Him...

              the stream

                   becomes

                         His Presence,

And...right there...

        in the grocery store

              I float

                   into His eyes,

                        lying still...

                             beyond all need

                                    ...and "wait."

 

 

 

 

 

Jo Anzalone 6-6-2004

 

 

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