How Long, Oh Lord?

I know You’ll answer soon enough but the

seconds are slipping

—tick tock, tick tock.

 

You. Untamed by

the clenched fists of

time, date, or expectation.

 

Me. Antsy for a peek at

Your emerging, Your arising

when Light crushes Darkness.

 

As days morph to

weeks and weeks

morph to months,

time blazes by—

though faith trusts on.

 

This, my sincerest confession:

Though You tarry, yet will I trust You.