waiters

“I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
    and in his word I hope;” Psalm 130:5

with shattered souls

and hearts hollowed by hate,

with knees stained from kneeling

at makeshift memorials and

hands aching from holding tight

to others at candle-lighted vigils,

with lips longing to sing

and minds empty of the words,

we wait, we wait, we wait

for you and the hope

you shape from your own

tears

© 2019 Thom M. Shuman