Wait

In the Communion Rite of a Catholic Mass (right after the Our Father) the Priest says "... as we wait in joyful hope for the coming of our Saviour, Jesus Christ." I feel that this is the place that Evelyn has come to: "waiting in joyful hope." She doesn't know the joy. She doesn't know the hope. She doesn't know Jesus. And she certainly doesn't know that she is waiting, let alone what for. But she is. The time is coming. "Tomorrow", not in the sense of "the next day" but in the sense of "that day", is not so far away.

It must be an subconscious thing, but I am finding my own journey running parallel to Evelyn's. I feel that I am waiting too. I, however, do know the joy, do know the hope, do know Jesus, and most certainly do know that I am waiting and what for. It's probably more frustrating for me, though, because I'm just waiting (actively with hope and joy, but waiting nonetheless). Oh such a painful thing we must endure!

I can see it clear as day.

But the Lord, He says "wait."

I could speak the truth I know.

But the Lord, He says "wait."

I can feel it within arms reach.

But the Lord, He says "wait."

I could take it into my own hands.

But the Lord, He says "wait."

I could kick up a fuss.

I could speak too soon.

I could shed light.

I could.

I could.

I could.

But His answer would still be "wait."

And I would still be waiting.