Waiting

Shadows lengthen, the landscape dims, and all that was my rising sun is drifting out beyond the rim of life's elusive horizon. So many times my footsore soul has traveled following that light, pursuing the ever moving goal that sinks into a sea of night. Seething waves leap in the blackness; their crashing drowns my feeble cry. with hope deferred, Fear and Madness, hard on my heels, snap evil lies. I cannot voyage on alone; no craft can weather such a sea! I wait. I face the dark unknown till God brings daybreak back to me. Faye Lanham Gibson Copyright, 1987