S P R I N G D R I Z Z L E

It seems I am always waiting for something or another.

I wait for the end of the day.

I wait for the weekend.

I wait for the spring.

I wait for vacation breaks.

I wait for the summer and all this waiting and wanting seem to waste my life away if I am not careful.

I have chosen to read Song of Songs these days and I feel at lost with the poetic tone and patterns somehow and I can’t seem to comprehend it fully. Certain chapters capture me and others lose me but still I feel comfortable reading it. It’s been awhile since I picked up a bible to read during my private time and I have chosen Song of Songs.

It would have been pretty predictable if I were a protagonist in a novel. In any case, it started with the thought of waiting. There are certain things in my life, I know for some strange assurance, I will get what I wish for. However, I have wised me up and voiced in my scattered mind that my wish will be granted but I will have to wait. Then my thoughts diverged into “battle has already been won” or better yet, reminds me of the maidens waiting for their husband knowing he will come back but not knowing just when.

Waiting. The assurance of knowing that He will be back forces you to stop and think and accept that I still have to go through the process. I still have to wait. It may be sooner or later that I can predict but one thing for sure, He will come back.

I’m tired…