Lent: The Wait, the Weight 2

How long? How long? I drag my voice.
I cling, I waiver, I thirst, I desire –
My spirit shall rejoice.

In silence, in hum of background noise,
I stretch my neck from familiar mire –
How long? How long? I unravel voice.

The wait, the weight of hidden joys,
When all my sky clouds round and gyres –
My spirit shall rejoice.

Expectancy grows numb. Life silences choice.
Better to shake, better to blaze on fire.
How long? How long? I unfurl my voice.

Complacency leadens; I wave but cannot hoist.
Yet what is lost? the dove’s coo enquires.
Can the spirit still rejoice?

The soul’s pivot; heaviness gathers poise.
Let anchored hope never expire.
How long? How long? Lift high your voice.
My spirit, my spirit shall rejoice.

Published by Matthew Pullar

Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.

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