Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord; O Lord, hear my voice.

Let your ears be attentive to my cry for mercy…

I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I put my hope… (Psalm 130).

 

Praying for my friend as she waits.  I can only, faintly, imagine.

 

Waiting

What’s wrong with the clock?

It doesn’t seem to move.

Why don’t they know anything yet?

I want to know .

I need to know.

I don’t dare know.

I’ve memorized every detail of this room.

Learned every sound

of this tiny little space

that holds everything.

People enter and leave

good, kind, efficient, caring people

but I remain.

Even when I go pretend to have some “normal” time

I’m really still here

waiting.

Time blurs with nurses and tests and visitors and prayers and snatches of food that don’t taste

but somehow that clock never seems to tick.

When will they bring the news?

When will someone arrive and end this moment that seems to be forever

and maybe is?