Waiting

I am waiting for the roar of the water

I am waiting for the form and the flow

I am waiting for someone to tell me that I am alive

I’m waiting for the One I’m to know

I hear stories of past jubilations

I hear rumors that the Lion’s on the move

I hear of dead people raised up in a heartbeat

When their heart discovered the Source of all love

I still wait for the roar of the water

My heart feels now as if it will explode

I long for the face of the Glorious One

The One I am created to know

I want to live in His dream of my story

I want to ride as I hold on to the mane

I long to feel the pound of His hearbeat

Knowing that no moment is ever the same

I sit here and stare out this window

The same window I look out every day

And wait to hear, to see, to feel, to know

The One that I long for and pray

I hear Him running…

K, Duane Carter 4-22-10