I Am Still Waiting


At 18, I loved a poem by Lawerence Ferlinghetti:  “I Am Waiting.”

I was waiting for a way out

And for someone to hold me

for despair to take a hike

for the tears to stop

for the sun to rise

for somebody to tell me who I am

for an apology and an explanation

for something to fill the void

for a language of feelings

for someone to understand

for someone who wouldn’t let go

for a rainbow without the rain

for a place to scream

for the guts to keep going

for purpose


At 20, I began to wait for Jesus.

I am still waiting.