"Waiting"
I love him with the Idleness of Snow Falling
I Love Him with the Gentle Hands of a mouse
Looking for a nest in my soft hair
Under my thatched roof where I sit safe and warm
Out in the storm a million fathoms he is
The wind blows wildly against the walls
The cars rise and fall down the lonely stretch of highway
I wait to hear his steady footfall
The padding of his feet on the wooden slats
that herald my husband's eventual arrival home
In dead of night he knocks and I answer the door
where I lay waiting for him to come back home to me
The Lord Knows where he goes all day every day
The Lord knows what he does and who he associates with
Not I to know not I but just only here to wait for him
and shadows gather on the dusty walls
Oh how I long to kiss his open mouth
To run my fingers through his pretty hair
No love forgotten but that I will wait
To see my love a treading on the stair
In Jesus' Name,
Amen