Friday, May 9, 2014

Still Waiting

When the shadows told time
by the light of the sun,
I hurried to move on
and with old ways be done,
but the darkness shines bright
in my enlightened age.

The clock of creation
continues its ways,
whether or not
I think I've replaced
or removed all the trace
of One greater than I.

Might I welcome the deep
where the truth still ticks
and look past the surface
to embrace and kiss
the face of the One
who first spoke the light?

Then I’ll find peace
beyond my own strength,
and I’ll stand in awe
at the breadth and the length
of the love of the One
still waiting for me.

Rose Murdock
May 9, 2014

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