Waiting....

Many many moons ago, before the birth of my oldest son, I bought a plain paperback book titled One Hundred and One Famous Poems. A beige reprint from a 1958 book. It was my first real book on poetry. It's all marked up with scribble lines and highlighter markers of different colors. My favorite poem in the book says "FAV #1" and has blue crayon, green and yellow highlighter markers, and a few strokes of pencil and ball point pen. The highlighter came later because my son and the poet share the same birthday 159 years apart. His words speak volumes to my soul. It did then and it does now.

WAITING
by: John Burroughs (1837-1921)

SERENE, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For, lo! my own shall come to me.

I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.

Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.

What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it hath sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.

The waters know their own and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.

The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.



I have been feeling a stirring lately. An unrest. I deep seated disgust at everything. I am feeling like a little kid squirming in their seat! The caged bird, the chained dog, and fenced in wild beast. I am through with hibernation. I am ready to scream like a hawk as I soar through the air. I am ready. I am ready!....
"The stars come nightly to the sky;

The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me."

Watch out.......I'm back!!!