the poem i wrote that doesn't follow any poetry or grammer rulez.

From the cradle to the grave

We are told to wait

For something that has not yet come

There is beauty and there is pain

As we are waiting for the day

When our work on earth is done

So we wait…In the silence

So we wait…In the noise—

as stumble with burdens, and hold out for joy

With teeth clenched and hands held tight

So much of this waiting is resisting the fight—

To speed ahead, win the prize

Or lament and lament over “certain demise”

We wait when we don’t see you

when we’re neck deep in fear

When our harvest is little, year after year.

We wait when we taste goodness-
a glimpse of what you’ve planned

longing to fast forward
and be with you instead

But you say WAIT

and so we do

Wishing, hoping, praying to see what you do.

And so we keep on waiting

Like you keep asking us to

And the beauty and pain will make us more like you.