PROSE POETRY
How Long Must I Wait for The Answer?
Relying on the promise
Is my plea not to be answered? I am in agony — let not the hope wane from me. I am clinging on. My heart is weighty. And I know you can see the restlessness in me. Is my plea not to be answered now?
I expect you to provide the tranquility I desire. There is a piercing blade in my soul amidst the toils. With falling tears, not in vain in the waiting, I am hoping. How much more can I bear? Help make sense of this all. Provide the tranquility.
How much longer must I wait? I carry the heft of an anvil around my neck, tugging me down and down into an unsympathetic existence. How much longer will I be waiting?
Deepen my faith that I do not descend further, trusting patiently — allowing me to witness that you are still acting on me. Deepen my faith now that I do not descend further and further.
And keep the candle flame of trust from flickering out — giving me a light of hope as I cling on. I hear your words — reminding me someday and somewhere — I will receive the answer. Keep the candle flame of trust from flickering and going out.
You have been dedicated and will be to the end — so I rely on your promises and wait. Though I may not hear or recognize your reply yet, I acknowledge the answer someday will be granted in due time somewhere — I remain undaunted. You have been dedicated — and will be to the end. So I rely on your promises — so I wait.
