WaitingA Poem by Michael“Waiting” Waiting in the watchful eye of eternity, eager to hasten the day when the wait is no more, there is a spring of hope which passes through the depths of the soul seeking to convince me that the wait is everlasting and that the end is no more. Life is a mystery to be revealed in due time. In its due season shall the secrets be made manifest to those who spend life waiting, patiently waiting. But to wait and with no end to be seen there is the ever present mystery that clings to the hope that is everlasting. It is not to be seen with the eye, for the mere eye of a man is but a window to the soul that lives within. There is a limit to the sight of man, a limit that fails to appreciate the eternal nature of the soul that resides within. Yet there is to be revealed an end that will never come, an end that will never be because life is eternal and is waiting to be. © 2008 MichaelAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 3, 2008 AuthorMichaelMagnolia, ARAbout49 years old, married 28 years with 3 kids. United Methodist pastor. more..Writing
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