“Our soul waits for the LORD: he is our help and our shield. For our heart shall rejoice in him, because we have trusted in his holy name. Let thy mercy, O LORD, be upon us, according as we hope in thee.” (Psalm 33:20-22)
“I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living. Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD.” (Psalm 27:13-14)
I saw a woman on the distant shore, aglow amidst a crowded place. Her smile wide, Her cloak of white, Her hand held by Love remade.
I alone on the distant bank, a river far and wide between, I felt the longing of a child forgotten, never chosen for the team.
Pulled back to my life, ripped from the fringe of Hope divine; the mundane scent of regret hung about me, like the taste of sour wine.
I envied her smile so bright with life, I longed for the joy with which she was filled, my eyes beheld her for but a moment, but my heart can see her still.
Not a day gone by that the ache has left, not a thought but where she has gone; I catch a glimpse of her on a breeze sometimes, carried in by Love’s sweet song.
My life is spent in coveting anguish of that waking moment in my dream, a single breath of Heaven’s gate, to which my soul continually clings.
Then I find myself on a familiar street, although it does not have a name, a Man walks up and takes my hand, I’ve never seen Him but I know Him all the same.
And all at once the street above is filled with people and a passing joyous parade. My smile wide, My cloak of white, My hand held by Love remade…
We are all waiting for something. For a good report. For things to get better. For a better job. For our ship to come in. For a loved one to call. For a second chance. For the doctors to be wrong. For depression to lift. For fear to cease. For leaders to lead. For children to come home. For someone to make us smile. For serendipity. For peace. For patience. For more.
And if you are a true believer you are waiting for Christ’s return. You are yearning for the lover of your soul to catch you up in His arms and carry you home; a home where you are forever accepted, forever loved, and forever in the presence of the Divine Love.
That hope you feel deep inside—it’s real, so don’t doubt it. When the night gets increasingly darker, and there seems to be nothing to hold onto—hold onto Him and know that He is holding onto you…always.
Written by Anne Marie Hawke
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