Lady in Waiting

I often read about the call to purity and the importance and beauty of marriage, and I have always loved writers such as Elisabeth Elliot. So much of my poetry has to do with the emotions that girls face continually, and the natural responses we might have to certain things like singleness and actively waiting. So here is a poem inspired by two of my close friends about something all of us girls have been through.

The Art of Patience

A maiden perched beside a pond

With tempting hook and pole in hand,
And eager eyes fixed on the line
As hook to frenzied depth descends.

A moment passed before she sensed
The shivers of a nibbling prey,
But yank too soon upon a pole
And haste will scare the fish away.

With furrowed brow she cast again
And reeled the prize with wiser ways,
But as she reached to grasp its fins,
It deeply pierced, and swam away.

The tears welled up, but soon dissolved
When stronger beast strained on her line,
She longed to see a fish at last
But only found sea-weed entwined.

All patience left her fervent heart
And sobbing to the ground she fell,
But soothing voice within her soul
Did bid her wait to see all well.

So trusting in the Sovereign Voice
To move the hook in purposed path,
She sat in silence looking up
And patience brought her fish at last.