Waiting

By Joseph St. Cyr

I hope my non Christian friends find this a beautiful poem about patience, and my Christian brothers and sisters find something more. Happy Mary month!

"Waiting"

The green, quiet blade awaits the dewfall;
Parched from lasting the long, silent night, 
And you waited, watching along new light.
Perched quietly in the donkey's stall. 

The dew was waiting for first yellow;
The Spirit was waiting, ancient breath.
I am waiting, beyond my depth.
For you to fall in golden glow.

For I was parched from the long blight,
Praying, hoping for some relief;
A tender touch to set me free.
By finding time to squeeze me tight. 

So like the dew, grass, and Spirit too
My waiting found its end in you.