Wait, and serve.
The household needs food and
the garden needs pruning;
the vineyard needs tending,
the truth must be stored.
Serve, and trust.
The master, though absent,
both sees and will honour
your everyday efforts
in deed and in heart.
Trust, and fear.
He won’t be long coming
though days seem to pass.
The day is soon dawning,
the Day that reveals.
The Consolations of Writing 