Part four of a conversation about waiting. In this episode, I share some poems/prayers that have come up in my life as I learn to wait on God. Waiting is inevitable, and though it is frustrating and painful, God continues to meet me in it, redeeming my view of time I think is lost.
Poem 1:
“What do I desire as I look on gray skies
But the elusively bright observed before?
What damage is done in affirming this lie
That I must revert what the day has in store?
When sunlight peaks through darkened clouds
It is no marvel of disrespect
For the gloom I thought a useless shroud
Is adorned with the light it seemed to reject”
Poem 2:
“My God who brings the morning
With light beams and fiery dawn
With new mercies adorning
The beauty newly drawn
Here I sit in haze
Over-burdened by the night
Calling aimless each day
Live in lack of sight
Yearning for sunrise, I remember how it set
Orange and blue and cool
Was it not there I laid my head to rest?
To be healed of my tiring rule
Yes, in sleep I often wander
In dreams I’m quickly unclear
Am I to rest more than I ponder
If the night is truly here?
My God who brings the night
To carry me past false delight
To place me upon an unseen hill
From here I’ll watch the morning, still”
Excerpt from Wendell Berry poem:
“Sleep is the prayer the body prays,
Breathing in unthought faith the Breath
That through our worry-wearied days
Preserves our rest, and is our truth.”
Thanks for joining me in this journey!
