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