tarrying

worlds apart yet colliding, coinciding, abiding
echoes of a distant land resound within my mind
reminding me of what I want but cannot have
revealing what i’ve had all along
showing me the truth in grace-filled portions
just enough and at the proper time
the pain and isolation of deep valleys
usher me into sweet pastures of peace
the place where i suddenly realize that
letting go of all i thought was
certain
reveals the only One who
Is

sometimes love is what you don’t do, what you don’t say, the places you don’t go
to be patient is not only to wait for something to come
but also to wait to give
to tarry while another tarries
to linger in expectation of where He is going
to live with hands held open
confident that the tomorrows of His will and Presence are even sweeter than today
placing the right hand of my will in His, letting Him fill what’s left