I hate Waiting

“Waiting turns men into bears in a barn, and women into cats in a sack.”

― Robert Jordan

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I hate waiting

I am no fan of suspense

waiting for a conversation to occur that is

wrought with import

where a relationship hangs in the balance

waiting for the result of a test

waiting for a response,

when one has put one’s self out there

on the end of that proverbial limb

waiting for the Sacred One to answer

I hate waiting

I cannot imagine what the waiting was like

for the followers of Jesus

on that Saturday

the most important person in their life was gone

dead

buried

cold

entombed in unyielding stone

and all they could do

on that Sabbath day

when action was prohibited

was wait

and wait

and wait

the women like cats in a sack stirred

and busied themselves with planning
preparing to gather herbs and spices

preparing to anoint the body

and the men sank like ponderous bears

into hibernation

too stunned to move

there

somewhere in Jerusalem

they waited

as we often wait

not knowing

as we often do not know

what the Sacred One was about to do

and therein

lies

the

problem