WHY WAIT?

We wait.

For the coffee to brew

For our baby to be born

For the cancer to clear

For the crocuses to poke through

For the deal to close

For our luck to turn

For that special someone to call

For the light to turn green

For the package to arrive

For the rain to stop

For the test results to come

For our flight to board

For our children to call

For our ship to come in

For the bread to rise

For the paint to dry.

We wait.

Do it all the time, 

seldom by choice,

having to be still, 

feeling out of control,

--which is precisely 

what we don’t like about it.

An inevitable annoyance,

Such a waste of time.

 

But maybe this isn’t true at all. 

Or doesn’t have to be.

What if it’s actually our Holy 

trying to break into our psyche?

What if all that is life-giving

is beckoning us, begging us 

to see even this wait as a gift?

Or, at the very least, 

to see the sacred that is surely 

somewhere, somehow present

in even in this moment, 

--so we can separate

the cherishable 

from the perishable.