Faith is a way of waiting – never quite knowing, never quite hearing or seeing, because in the darkness we are all but a little lost.
Frederick Buechner, Secrets in the Dark: A Life in Sermons, “Delay”
There is doubt hard on the heels of every belief, fear hard on the heels of every hope, and many holy things lie in ruins because the world has ruined them and we have ruined them.
But faith waits even so, delivered at least from that final despair which gives up waiting altogether because it sees nothing left worth waiting for.
Faith waits – for the opening of a door, the sound of footsteps in the hall, that beloved voice delayed, delayed so long that there are times when you all but give up hope of ever hearing it.
And when at moments you think you do hear it (if only faintly, from far away) the question is:
Can it possibly be, impossibly be, that one voice of all voices?
False choices
The next following hard on the heels of the last
Made by a desperate imposter self
Desperate for anything to distract
From its emptiness, its nakedness
False choices
Exchanging dopamine poofs
For the overwhelming reality
There is a real soul in there
Dying to be known and loved
Dying to hear the One Voice
Calling softly, tenderly
Come home, come home
I’m waiting for you
I will wait
Grace and peace to you…
dw
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