In between the here and now,
In between this time;
The waiting and the watching
the drifting and the chime.
The back and forth of seasons,
like the ebb and flow of waves
meet me here, lulling, washing
promising me to save.
The ‘just before’ and ‘not quite yet’
leave me wanting still—
to make my agenda
and to gratify my will.
But that’s not wise, I must be calm
and patient in this place,
for when I act without my orders
my God is often displaced.
By my shortsightedness,
by my distrust—
that you, my God, know what’s best,
faithful provider—true and just.
So I will stop and pause my plans—
I’ll aim to keep the faith;
I’ll be patient and listen to closer
and seek you all my days.
©bithiah
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