We Wait
© 2017 Iony Smith
so we wait;
for the first breath
for the approaching death
for the rain to stop
for it to again drop
for the heart to beat
for when in retreat
we wait;
for the tide lapping out
for the relentless drought
for a quiet moment, then,
for a little noise from the playpen
for our soul to be moved
for dispositions improved
we wait;
for silence to soothe obsessing thoughts
for the calm to unravel gnarly knots
for a chance to start anew
for an ending opening another view
for the infants first, wobbly unsure walk
for sleepy nodding cats and the peent of a
woodcock
we wait;
for moments absorbed in fear
for courage to overcome and persevere
for mystical questions and facts in doubt
for transcendence in seeking and finding out
for rainbows with both their arching and arcing
ways
for green pastures and the dog days
we wait;
for one foot to step ahead
for the other to follow the thread
for spring to bring summer in
for fall as a link of winter's begin
for a restful sleep to ease the pain
for healing practices more humane
we wait;
for the clouds to part
for umbras to inform art
for promises to be kept
for an oath we can accept
for dignity before all
for the majesty of the hawk's shrilling
squall
we wait;
for standing in a redwood grove
for stars pulsating through its canopy trove
for reverence, kindness and civility
for celebrating the gift of humility
for waking and walking meditations
for building comity among nations
so we wait;
for answers to our
prayers
for the strength in faith in our daily affairs
for life to be cordial and unfurled
for tranquil evenings to linger without quarrel
for simple sweets of enjoying and beholding
for the glorious Gladiolas blooming and
unfolding
we wait;
we wait;
we wait . . .
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