I was waiting for a way out
And for someone to hold me
for despair to take a hike
for the tears to stop
for the sun to rise
for somebody to tell me who I am
for an apology and an explanation
for something to fill the void
for a language of feelings
for someone to understand
for someone who wouldn’t let go
for a rainbow without the rain
for a place to scream
for the guts to keep going
for purpose
I didn’t know I was waiting for Jesus, but
When I was 20, He came by, picked me up,
and told me who I am.
He dried my tears, filled the void and hasn’t let go.
I will always wait for Him.
After Lawrence Ferlinghetti