These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Waiting

Sometimes Time's a waiting game.
The path is murky, dark.
The hope we seek is truly the same
as our rest days in the park.

Maturity is what we need,
but Oh, how long that takes!
All self-needs are our greatest greed,
'til Wisdom stomps the brakes.

Why is the goal of being whole
a lifetime, uphill climb?
Why are our frailties, fuel, and coal,
that drive us in our prime?

While waiting on Life's crowded bench,
I find a place to rest.
Our thirst is what we first must quench
by He, Who bore each test.

He waited 'bout 4000 years
to crush the serpent's head.
He rose and waited through our fears
as Victor from the dead.

He's waited two millennia
to come to claim His Bride,
that when the years are many, full,
we'll live right by His Side.

The years of waiting seem so large
'cause our perspective's small,
but look to Him, Who bore our charge,
and list for His near Call.

by Jay O’Toole
on March 6th, 2023