Waiting

sun breaking thru on pier

When I find myself

daydreaming

about another

place to live

quiet, peaceful

clean and uncluttered

wrapped in beauty

like a multicolored scarf

from India

and start searching

the island websites

for the latest

houses on the market

I know it’s time to

rest again

to

wait

for something to change

the wind to shift its course

strength to gather in my bones

a new burst of energy

to finish a task

long calling for my attention

for thoughts to string together

to make sense of this season

for gratefulness to replace

lethargy

I’ve been told

“Strength will come

for those who wait.”

© 2015 Julie Clark

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Categories: beauty, Faith, Hope, Life, Poetry, Seasons | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

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4 thoughts on “Waiting

  1. Strength will come to those who wait . . . I think Solomon and I qualify!

    We laughed *hard* tonight when, after our card games and prayer, I’d turned off his light and told him good-night and he said, quite by accident, *”Go Fish.”*

    Laughing until your stomach hurts brings strength too!

  2. Donna Mathwig

    This feels like breathing hope Julie. Beautiful.

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