14 March 2013
I am sitting on a chair It is hard and green. Alone with my thoughts Unseeing, unseen. I am waiting, waiting Sat outside the door Under an artificial light On a beige shiny floor.
So I sit and I pray. Stop. Think. Pause. What should I hope for? That they find the cause? Or that they don 't? Do you understand I find it hard To leave in His hands?
Just outside these walls And through that window The sky is very blue, Those people there, they don't know, Don't have a clue Why I'm waiting here They have their own share Of pain and of fear.
But this is where I find myself, This is my difficult place. There is no choice, I must stand up Head on and face to face. We will hold on hard And make a stand Living and learning and being Whatever comes is in His hand
The Waiting Room • Opuss № I