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Find a moment alone, waiting for someone special
This morning I sat waiting, watching, listening.
But, waiting for what? For whom?
For the phone to ring with an important call? Likewise for an email that would be fulfilling? For someone to enter the door to make the sun shine for me?
I had no idea for what I was waiting with expectancy.
Isn’t that the way of life, though?
We are never really satisfied with how or what life has been, for we keep looking forward to better things, to special moments on which we can hold onto in hopes of making them last.
Unfortunately, they never do. With a different day, a change in scene, a rearrangement of people, the weather, the gift of just a new day, and we want more.
Feeling guilty with greed in wanting to store up more happiness takes away some of the joy of having had so much to remember, for what was can no longer be. But, you keep looking forward in hopes that the phone will ring with that anticipated important call, that the email will bring that fulfilling response, or that the
Little disappointments mean nothing in the grand scheme of things and big disappointments are temporary stumbling blocks. Heartbreaks are eased with the passage of time in the exchange of busyness with others.
But, once in a while we find a moment alone in which we sit and wait for something, someone special.
Once I heard these words, but from whence they came I have no idea, just that they weren’t mine, but I took them unto myself:
“What do you tell a heart in pain when it has no place to go?”
Today I kept the phone close.
I turned on the computer.
I looked out the window.
I kept an eye on the door.
Somehow time dropped away and I heard his step upon the walk, the happy laughter of my little folk.
I know that it can never be again and, yet...
I wait, I watch, I listen.
For what? For whom? (9/7/1924-4/24/2008)