11 March 2007, 1 AM
You’ve become familiar with the phrase-
(I wonder if you look for it)
wait for me;
discovered how much better it can be
when we arrive at the point-
whatever purpose we’ve purposed to fulfill,
whatever discovery we’ve set out to discover-
I realize, none-too-soon, how similar
are all things between us- that it matters
how and when and where we each arrive
at whatever paradise upon which we set our eyes.
No joy would be Heaven without you,
and I begin to believe the same is true
if you arrive before I do.
So you wait for me,
and I begin to believe you are content to sit
beside me where I’ve stumbled, allow me
to learn that you can love and want rightly,
wipe my brow, kiss tenderly the cheek wet
with tears you had no hand in wringing
from a heart so grieved and heavy-laden.
You wait for me
to gain strength and stand; walk again,
no longer alone in this wounding shame,
and persevering despite the same.