- I am dieing.
- You know it.
- I know it.
- You don’t say it.
- I don’t say it.
- We wait together and alone.
- We wait in impatience.
- I await in pain.
- I await in resignation.
- Still the question comes
- unbidden, unrequested.
- You know it.
- Lord, why do we wait?
Originally written: February 18, 1996
- I wrote this from the perspective of the dear friend who was nearing the end of life. I came to the realization some day I would be the one waiting to cross over to a better life. This realization hit me hard and these words formed in my mind. In a way it is impatient. I found that impatience in my dear friend and my mother-in-law while she was waiting.
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