Maybe it is just me.
I am not a very patient waiter.
I tap my feet. I check my watch.
Why is it taking so long?
Most of my impatience is about the trivial.
Why is it taking so long to see the doctor?
Why is it taking so long to answer my call or to respond to my question?
With that type of waiting I need to learn to be more patient.
But I wonder…
With what I am waiting for now in these days which lead towards Christmas,
Maybe my impatience is okay.
What is so complicated about swords into plowshares?
What is so hard about treating others the way you would like to be treated?
Why can’t we see both the holy and the human in each other?
I can already hear logical responses to my questions, but this is not about logic.
It is about impatience.
And desperation.
And longing.
And hope.
It doesn’t have to be the way it is.
And I am waiting, impatiently, for it to be different.
And, doing what I can while I wait.
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