You Wait
(a poem for the New Year)
Like hands bidding me
to come and see
you offer me again-
time
What shall be even you
do not know
So like some child
you say,
“come play”
This life is not some
commodity ordered
from a warehouse
far away
And yet it is a gift
not arranged by
my hand but
crafted by
another
So I step gently
your way
not knowing but
believing
And I hear you whisper,
“to live is grace”
Jody Seymour/2019
