In The Silence

In the silence, I wait.
In a strait fixed between fear and anticipation.

I have been waiting for what seems like a long time.
I sit. I wait. I pace.

Rising within me cries a loud voice.
"Give up! Why wait! The answer will never come!"

The words threaten to escape my lips.
I grit my teeth.

Voices and distractions from without threaten also to steal my peace.
They scream at me with loud voice.

"Why bother!! It's been too long! You're wasting your time!"
They try to overcome me with guilt and fear.

"Why would God bother with you!?" They cry.
I hear them plainly. I fight the voices. I know they are lying.

In the wait, I lie, suspended between two worlds.
I feel like a tightrope walker, held only by unseen hands that are stronger than I.

In this place of waiting, of trust, I listen to victories of old.
Of David, of Esther, of me, in time past.

One day, He shall come and I will mount up with wings as an eagle.
For now, an injured bird, with clipped wings.

He will pass by, touch my clipped wings and I will again mount up,
Find the updraft and soar.

This I know.
It is true.

For He has lifted me before.
And He will do it again and again and again.

"But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength. They shall mount up with wings as eagles. They shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint." Isaiah 40:31

This writing is the copyright of Lynne Johnson-Yohnk and was posted with her permission. Additional articles may be viewed here. Her email address is lyohnk@hotmail.com if you wish to write.

Page added February 5, 2006

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