Waiting

"My beloved is mine

and I am his!"

Song of Solomon 2:16

Serene, I fold my hands and wait,

Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;

I rave no more 'gainst time or fate

For lo! my own shall come to me.

I stay my haste, I make delays

For what avails this eager pace?

I stand amid the eternal ways,

And what is mine shall know my face.

Asleep, awake, by night or day,

The friends I seek are seeking me;

No wind can drive my bark astray,

Nor change the tide of destiny.

What matter if I stand alone?

I wait with joy the coming years;

My heart shall reap where it hath sown,

And garner up its fruit of tears.

The waters know their own and draw

The brook that springs in yonder height,

So flows the good with equal law

Unto the soul of pure delight.

The stars come nightly to the sky

The tidal wave unto the sea;

Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high

Can keep my own away from me.

"The Signal"

John William Godward

(1861-1922)

"Waiting"

 A poem by John Burroughs