Waiting
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Waiting
Wait for me dear friend,
as I am falling behind.
I can not remember well,
what I need to do,
before I do it,
but I find that I reminisce
about the past all the time.
I don't understand why?
I can not conceive of how?
The who is without answer.
The what does not matter
most of the time.
When...
When, it happens
often, without warning,
off and on, and on again.
I sing and my voice is hoarse.
I laugh and smile
but not always at the right time,
or place, or as expected.
Life is not fair,
but I am waiting...
Waiting for the Lord to come.
He will set me free,
from the tangle I have made
the mess I have created,
the maze I have designed.
I am waiting for... a miracle,
that I know will come
if I just hold on tightly
to my faith.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2023
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