"Waiting" (Original Poem)

Waiting (for Guidance)

Cross off the days and count the minutes
A week, how many seconds are in it?
Watch the grass grow and the leaves fall
Is this time well-spent or worth nothing at all?
Questions loom and I wonder when 
I'll find direction, a purpose, and then
whether I'll find success or fall to my doom
or land in the stars when I shoot for the moon
Do I have what it takes? Nerve, courage, and guts?
Wisdom, experience, wit, and whatnot?
or will I be content to settle for less, 
accept any outcome of doing my best?
Can I run fast enough to chase lofty dreams?
Or will I push too hard that I run out of steam?
If I carve my place in the world and forge my own path,
will it bring me fulfillment and joy that will last?
How do I make decisions so complex and grand?
What do I aim for and where do I stand?
A blank slate is awesome if you have a clue
of who you are and what you want to do.
But as for me, I'll keeping waiting and praying each day
and trust God will guide me to the proper way.

This poem is a picture of my life right now, full of questions and confusion and uncertainty. I struggle with doubting God at times, and I have to remember that He's in control and that He will guide me. I started this poem in frustration, venting onto paper, but then God redirected my thoughts and led me to end this poem as I did, and such a freeing feeling of peace settled over me as I wrote the last lines. I hope this encourages anyone out there who needs to be reminded of God's faithfulness. God bless you 💛

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