Waiting is purification,
is patience quelling desire,
is God’s time permeating human haste.
The crystal droplet
gathers at the curled leaf’s tip
but does not fall.
The mighty wave bounds in
but does not break.
The heart’s new season
pauses on the threshold
of the walled, inviolate garden,
the spring of living waters at its center.
We wait till that authoritative voice
cries once more, “Come forth!
Begin to bud and bloom!
Toss in the breezes of my ardent love!
Be all renewed and filled with light!
Waiting is over—
the hour of fulfillment come!”
Beloved, this is our new season.
Together let us go to meet it.
~ A poem by Barbara Dent, O.C.D.S.