I am waiting
but not patiently
God stills me
and I remember
his grace

Not an exemption
from pain
but an ability
to endure it
and emerge
more sensitive
to the soul
of the street sweeper
pushing his broom
the housekeeper
smoothing the sheet
the homeless child
carrying the
weight of the world
on narrow shoulders

Who will heal the brokenhearted?
Who will ease their pain?
I am just a single person
yet I’ll do what I can…