Sunday, April 15, 2012
Would that we not wait for the waiter of the wait?
I wonder if somethings in life are worth the wait
and why we deem it such..
I have seen the cascading of the lows of a sunset
watched by a myriad of seasoned sea-farers..
Of ships that were once in tow
now capsized in the thunder of the roaring seas...
Perhaps the rising of the glorious sun,
would that we not deem it miraculous,
a sight to behold?
I wonder at the fragility of a babe's fingers
Perhaps having the marks of a seasoned pianist
or a painter...
Marked for stardom and seen
as maskers of a gifted endowed..
Would that we not perchance inscribe
in our scrolls of life
somethings worth the wait are for
the waited and the waiter of the wait...