The wind blew sharp and coldly
Over barren rocks and railings
While we shivered on the platform
Watching, waiting for the train.
With eyes fixed on the distance,
Icy hands tucked into armpits,
Tingling feet like horses stomping,
While we stood waiting for the train.
In the stark, unfriendly silence,
Minutes slowly ticked to hours,
Snorts and mutters of impatience
At the train that never came.
So many moments squandered,
As life crept cat-like by us,
While we snorted and we muttered
At the train that never came.
Too often living is suspended
For the dreams of Something Better,
Dreams that keep us, watching, waiting,
Like the train that never came.
About Me
- skimbly
- I'm a wife and Mummy to four, trying to keep my eyes on the road ahead to God's Kingdom. Why Joyful Mornings? Because one of my favourite scriptures is "weeping may last through the night, but joy comes in the morning" PSALM 30:5 This country and this world are in the midst of a black and terrible night, and I am looking forward to the joy in the morning when Christ returns. In the meantime, this family is getting on with life and trying to seize every opportunity to be trained up as future members of God's Kingdom. "...Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus!" REVELATION 21:20
3 comments:
Kim, did you write that? Beautiful & insightful. Thanks for the reminder to keep at least one foot on the ground & to maintain a gratitudinous attitude for what we have now. Love you! Feisch xo
PS. You're very talented!
A good point, eloquently expressed.
Why thank you both! The words for this just flowed because it has so often been true of my life - I've wasted precious moments waiting for "something better", instead of "redeeming the time" as the Bible instructs us... Something I'm working on - living today for today instead of in suspended animation :)
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