March 28, 2012
My soul waits for the Lord,
more than watchmen for the morning
more than watchmen for the morning. Psalm 130:5
in the hesitation before greeting the day
while the tea is steeping
when searching for the misplaced book
in the quiet space of the first one to arrive
in the cacophony of too many voices
as the minutes move along
while waiting for the piano lesson to be finished
in the middle of a conversation
after turning off the light
in the midst of it all
I yearn for God
copyright © Anne E. Kitch 2012
