WAITING

I Love You

John Burroughs wrote this poem about waiting:

“Serene, I fold my hands and wait,

Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea;

I rave no more 'gainst Time or Fate,

For, lo! my own shall come to me.

I stay my haste, I make delays,

For what avails this eager pace?

I stand amid the eternal ways,

And what is mine shall know my face.

Asleep, awake, by night or day,

The friends I seek are seeking me,

No wind can drive my bark astray,

Nor change the tide of destiny.

What matter if I stand alone?

I wait with joy the coming years;

My heart shall reap where it has sown,

And garner up its fruits of tears.

The waters know their own and draw

The brook that springs in yonder height:

So flows the good with equal law

Unto the soul of pure delight . . . .

The stars come nightly to the sky;

The tidal wave unto the sea;

Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,

Can keep my own away from me.”

ART: Digital Composite LJ Austin “Down to the Sea” 2018