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Rated: E · Prose · Religious · #1767060
A life's experience of waiting
Waiting. I've waited quite some time.
I wait for many things.
Wait on many people.
Many times it's all I do, I wait.

I wait for the sun to come up.
I wait for the day to reach its end;
But within that time, I still find myself waiting.

Waiting by the coffeemaker to drop its last drop,
Waiting by the phone for that call back,
I sit at each intersection fervently waiting for the color green.
I wait my turn to be served my order of food.
I find myself waiting for that special package to arrive to my doorstep.
I even find myself continually peering outback, just waiting on my flowers to bloom.
Even at the salon as they cut and style, I sit patiently, waiting.
And at work, I wait for the hours to pass.

Waiting is what I do.
There's not a day, a task, a procedure that goes by that I don't find myself waiting.
But why must I always be in a state of waiting?
Why must I always be in a state of anticipation?
Why can't I hold on to the moment that is?
Perhaps the moment is not what is important
And perhaps waiting is innate in us all,
A God given ability
To wait.
To wait patiently.
To wait patiently for His return.
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