Waiting need not be a sere, dry plain
Stretched endlessly beneath continuous sun.
Nor need it be an arid, parching wind
That withers every deed in love begun.
Waiting should be calm—a quiet time
To lift one's thought to God in fruitful praise
And find the rich unfoldment never learned
From hurried tasks that crowd the fleeting days.
Wisdom may design a needed pause
Wherein to waken dormant gratitude;
To prove that patience has her perfect work;
To grow more sure of Spirit's amplitude.
Barren is the ground you till? Dry soil
Where seed or sprout or blossom never grew?
Not so; tread softly in this holy place.
You do not wait alone; God waits there too!
