Waiting for Life

I wonder how many of us are waiting…

Waiting on the platform for a departed train

Waiting for a train that will never arrive,

Waiting for solace, whilst trembling in pain

Waiting for the day we shall feel truly alive.

Waiting for the return of estranged hearts

Waiting, in the hope that paths will reunite

Waiting for Life to patch up our broken parts

Waiting, in pitch darkness, for a speck of light.

Waiting for birthdays and anniversaries, for the gifts, the warmth and the bliss

Waiting for weekends and vacations, waiting for 9 pm for a favourite TV show

Waiting to fall in love, to revel in the magic of the first kiss

Waiting for the blessing of parenthood, to watch a piece of ourselves grow.

Waiting for the end of the workday, to snuggle in our warm, comforting beds

Waiting to cross the thresholds of comfort, and explore unfamiliar roads

Waiting for a loaf of bread, a sip of water, a roof over our heads

Waiting for safety, for peace, for a stone bench to sometimes put down our loads.

Waiting with broken friendships, waiting with unrequited love

Waiting for first jobs and paychecks, bigger houses and new cars

Waiting with unshaken faith, for a shower of blessings from above

Waiting to experience happiness, to heal from our most painful scars.

Waiting for the ‘right time’, which was perhaps twenty years ago

Waiting for old chapters to end, to turn over a new page

Waiting for the showers to subside, to witness the unfurling rainbow

Waiting for the courage to break free from every imprisoning cage.

Waiting for a future built on blood, sweat and many a tear

Waiting amidst drooping leaves, for the arrival of Spring.

Waiting for our longings, with hope and lingering fear

Waiting for the unknown, for the mysteries Tomorrow will bring.

Waiting for a warm embrace, for a few words of comfort

Waiting to be liberated, from the shackles of the past

Waiting for the day someone's absence will cease to hurt

Waiting for just one chance, to go back to the childhood we lost.

I wonder how many of us are waiting, with how many yearnings concealed

I wonder if we’re actually waiting for Life, in waiting for these tiny-huge things

I wonder what lies in store; what our Destinies shall yield

I wonder at the strength of our patience, as we wait for the goodness that waiting brings.

The Tranquill Poet 🤍