On Waiting

Waiting

 

In this darkness

the minutes shrink us,

the seconds dry us out.

Time is an enemy.

When will this suffering be over?

When will it finish?

You are there, helpless.

My hand goes out

But does not bring relief.

I am there helpless.

Your eyes fill with tears

and you cannot help me.

The pain lives in us.

It is our particular pain. 

Necessary pain.

We wait on it.

When will it be done?

When will it be finished?

The minutes bake us.

Dry time, mini-seconds,

time-as-it-ticks-time.

It forges us.

We wait on it and long

for God’s time–

Time within time.

 

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By Gunilla Norris

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