We Wait
Sitting at the red light in the left turn lane
Standing in the dugout in the pouring rain
Christmas in December is coming soon
Lunch is served precisely at noon
We wait
The first of the labor pains have started
Sent off the first day of school unguarded
Calendar pages fly off like the cartoon
Pressing skip on the ear buds to find a tune
We wait
Sit down, the doctor has bad news
Stand up feel the comfort of new shoes
The woman cries, empty her soul is
The man broken, enters into hospice
We wait
Too busy to give the answer
Too busy to make the call
Too busy to serve
Too busy to live
And certainly, too busy to die
Searching to find the answers?
I will wait.
Ready to make the call?
I will wait.
Serve and live?
I will wait.
Death? Too late.
Waiting to find the solace here?
Exploring these words for wisdom near?
Looking for peace, and finding none?
Wait.
Steve Skiver