It is not time yet...

I sat at the park bench with great hope.  I was waiting.  And as I waited I prayed.  Prayed for his coming; Prayed for his presence; Prayed for his comfort.  I yearned for him.

My dog sat beside me, looking with wonder.  I could not see him clearly through the blurriness.  I spoke words of comfort, trying to reassure him that everything would be fine.  “We are just waiting” I said; “Waiting for him to come”. 

My misery engulfed me.  Despair sat at my door.  I voiced my prayers out loud.  “I am unable to continue if you do not come”; “If I do not feel your presence”.  Around me there was just silence, and the coolness of darkness. 

I knew He would be here.  I could smell the roses surrounding his garden.  I could see the park bench where I imagine He sat often.  I could hear the birds singing.  My Lord would be here soon.  I longed to embrace him.  I longed to place my head on his shoulder and be held.  I longed to cry out my despair. 

Then I heard his voice as He was approaching; “Just trust me and believe for it is not time yet” He said. I felt disappointment.  My dog and I were longing to be with him.  It was not our time.  So as I stood and walked away from the park bench, I cried out in despair.  It would not be today.  I would not be held by him today. 

The sorrow has not dissipated.  The tears have not ceased, but as I walk I still hear his voice, asking me to trust him, therefore I do.  For it is not time yet...

09.18.2012

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