A Thousand Lifetimes of Waiting         

y eyes have wasted away, watching for Your salvation, saying, when will You comfort me?

Had you told me when I was twelve, on that gentle cusp of adulthood, that most of my future life would be spent waiting, watching for Your salvation,

I would have laughed.

I would have snorted in contempt.

Had I believed it, I would have ended it all.

The words leap off the page, suddenly so much more real than prayers mumbled.