On poetry and waiting

February 17, 2010 at 5:03 am 3 comments

Confession: I’m not much of a poetry-kind of girl.  Not really, anyway, and not yet.  I would prefer for the author to tell me what he means straight-out, not hide it under subjective metaphorical layers that spur all kinds of “ultimately unknowable” questions and where you need to sit down and explicate it for an hour before you have a clue what he’s talking about.  Nope, not my style.  (Although I do love “The Lanyard” by Billy Collins.  It’s so fun and adorable and true). 

But here is another kind of poem entirely – the kind that packs truth and wisdom into a few lines of beauty.  It always stirs my heart.

Wait
by Russell Kelfer

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .
And the Master so gently said, “Wait.”
*
“Wait? you say wait?” my indignant reply.
“Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked, and I’m claiming your Word.
*
“My future and all to which I relate
Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait?
I’m needing a ‘yes’, a go-ahead sign,
Or even a ‘no’ to which I can resign.
*
“You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord I’ve been asking, and this is my cry:
I’m weary of asking! I need a reply.”
*
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,
As my Master replied again, “Wait.”
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
And grumbled to God, “So, I’m waiting for what?”
*
He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine . . .
and He tenderly said, “I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.
*
“I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.
You’d have what you want, but you wouldn’t know Me.
You’d not know the depth of my love for each saint.
You’d not know the power that I give to the faint.
*
“You’d not learn to see through clouds of despair;
You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there.
You’d not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence are all you can see.
*
“You’d never experience the fullness of love
When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.
You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,
But you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
*
“The glow of my comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight.
The depth that’s beyond getting just what you ask
From an infinite God who makes what you have last.
*
“You’d never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss, if I lost what I’m doing in you.
*

“So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.
And though oft My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait.”
 

Advertisements

Entry filed under: faith.

the words I would say break my heart

3 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Annie  |  February 17, 2010 at 5:13 am

    I LOVE this! thank you so much for posting it!

    Reply
  • 2. jandrew  |  February 17, 2010 at 6:07 am

    wow what a beautiful poem. thanks for sharing! this reminds of the psalms i went through today. psalms 27 check it out when you get the chance.

    take care and God bless, hope you continue to grow in your poetry endeavors
    -jandrew
    jandrew87.wordpress.com

    Reply
  • 3. Becca Anne  |  February 17, 2010 at 9:12 pm

    This is exactly what I needed to hear today. Thank you so much for sharing!!

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Trackback this post  |  Subscribe to the comments via RSS Feed


My One Little Word 2011

Link to me:

Overlapped blog button
<a href="http://www.overlapped.wordpress.com"><img src="http://i630.photobucket.com/albums/uu30/bloommag/blogbutton.jpg" alt="Overlapped blog button" width="125" height="125" /></a>

Bloom! Book Club

Other Blogs I Love

Photobucket

Archives