Waiting Is a Date Certain
Waiting is a date certain, with patience.
There is a solitude in waiting,
as it has many forms,
the waiting that goes unnoticed,
as we wait for the morning,
as we wait for the night
as we wait for tomorrow.
Waiting has shades,
whether we wait for a birth,
or wait for a death.
The differences are light and dark
Waiting is a clock hand that never moves,
its an anticipation of an end
Waiting is time spent with the soul,
it exposes you to your true self,
and reveals the constant.
A quiet soul reveals itself in contemplation,
A restless soul reveals itself in frustration.
Both in a motionless realm,
that unveils truth to the blind, as they wait.
1/22/16
contest Becca's Inspiration " Waiting "
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2016
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