Waiting to wake up
Waiting to see
Waiting for things I don’t believe can ever be
Waiting for happiness
Waiting for God
But I never seem to wait long enough and then comes the rod
Waiting for direction
And waiting for me
Waiting for a place and time that I can learn to be
Waiting for justice
Waiting for you
Waiting for mercy’s rain to make it through.
Waiting for time
Waiting for blues
Waiting for a day when I want to choose.
Waiting for sunlight
Waiting for the Son
Dreaming about the day He dries those tears, every one
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Poignant.. I enjoyed reading this! Very relevant…
I love your handle! “The Enfant Terrible” Ha! Very nice. And thank you for taking the time to comment. I appreciate all types of feedback. Cheers.
Also, it should be noted that currently your gravatar does not link to any blog…
Oh gosh, ok well thank you for pointing that out! I only started out on here last week – still getting to grips with it all. My site address is http://hellisafourletterword.wordpress.com I will correct that shortly! Again, was a pleasure to read and thank you, my handle is as apt as any in describing me! 🙂
As a note, your name does link (already to your site), but you will get more readers (especially the less internet saavy) if when they journey to your gravatar they can see a link (see the url with their own two eyes, that is).
Thank you for the tips! I will alter that shortly. Again, it has been a learning curve.
Even though I do not have a belief or disbelief in “God” (having been raised a staunch conservative Catholic), each of your posts totally get me! You’re a true poet.
This comment is significant to me.
All of my posts should be significant to you! 😀
Oh Miss Story…
It should also be noted that even though I do not have any sort of “ED” your posts often get me…
And this comment is significant to me. Thank you for it.
It is very interesting to me how few people have taken the time (and I am not speaking of you in this) to reflect upon how little direct control they have over any of their beliefs. I cannot flip a switch and make myself believe that there is no God anymore than someone else could decide to believe there is one.
I would absolutely love to sit down and discuss this with you someday!!! My monkey must be present, I shall mind you! 😀
I have no doubt that that would be lovely and profitable. It is often in the explaining that we finally realize how little (or sometimes how much) we really know, is it not?
I hope you realise that by speaking about profitability and religion in the same post, you are probably making a whole generation of 1990s bulimics swoon at this very moment. 😀
You wait, as I do
Sweet angel.
Hand in hand
We can travel.
Find our god again.
Lay at his feet and
Demand answers.
Luv, let’s go.
How could I demand from deity?
I suppose if I thought He would kill me,
I might just go ahead and shout
But He is not tricked.
And my position is low
I steal from the pigs
And dream of a return
But I will give you this
It is horribly awful to journey alone.
We can dream we are rebels, drifters, hippies.
I have little desire to be a rebel…