My poem, ‘When there’s nothing you can do, you wait,’ is published by the Rebelle Society.
This poem is for all those who have waited at some point in life. You know what you went through as you waited for the minutes and hours to pass. And though you told yourself that you had no control over what would happen and that fretting was a waste, you couldn’t help but fret. The current times have tested our ability to wait, adults and children alike.
We wait for the world to go back to normal, to be able to meet and greet each other like old times, for schools to start, to be able to breathe freely, to travel to family without the fear of spreading the virus, to live again. As Charles Stanley said, “Our willingness to wait reveals the value we place on what we’re waiting for.” And when we can do nothing else, we pray, believe, wait.
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The waiting
is the worst.
Have you seen a farmer look up at the sky
hoping and praying
for the heavens to pour?
Endless possibilities —
Will the seeds sprout, will the saplings grow
and flower, and will his hard work bear fruit?
He must wait
How much faith must you have, how much
courage to live like that, to choose a life
where the waiting is certain
To read the entire poem, please click on the link below-
http://www.rebellesociety.com/2020/08/21/smithavishwanath-wait/
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Thank you for sharing. Hugs
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Thanks Anna for reading ⚘
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Thank you Anna. I hope you get what you’re waiting for. Hugs.
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I hope that you dad has recovered, Smitha. This is a very compelling poem. I remember when my son Michael, had a tumour in his stomach. It was wrapped around the main artery. They operated but could only remove half because of its position. We had to wait five days for the results of the biopsy. The worst five days of my life. Hugs.
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Dad passed away five days ago Robbie. I can imagine what you went through with Michael in the hospital. I’m so glad he recovered. Dad’s going was unexpected. His vitals were strong and he was to be discharged. But instead he just didn’t come through. It’s hard and I know it will take time to heal. Thank you so much for writing back Robbie and for your warm words.
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Much love to you and your family, Smitha.
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Love to you too Robbie. Your words are a comfort.
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You’ve really captured that sense of waiting Smitha. And the poem ends very movingly, I hope that your dad recovers but the waiting is very hard indeed.
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Thanks Andrea. Dad did not make it. He did get out of the ICU and the doctors said the surgery was successful. But somehow after that his health took a turn for the worst and he passed away on the 26th. It was all very unexpected and I am still coming to terms with it.
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I saw your post before this Smitha, it must be devastating and very raw. Sending condolences and good wishes to all of you.
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🙏thanks Andrea for writing back. Some days I’m good, some days not so. Thank God for family and friends.
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That is a great poem! Congratulations on getting it published!!
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Thank you Pragalbha. It comes from the heart as I wait for dad to heal.
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You are welcome ()
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Inspiring and beautiful poem, Smitha and yes it is a sure plight for people who desperately wait for whatever they are asking or wanting. Hearty Congratulations. Keep it going.
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Thank you Kamal. My dad’s in the ICU now. All I want is for him to be strong again.
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Welcome Smitha. All will be good do not worry will pray that he comes home safely. God bless 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
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