On waiting



Waiting —
ravenous, all-consuming,
you devour my day
with the promise of nothing and everything
with the weight of possibility and
the emptiness of not-yet.

Full stride yet frozen
Caught between yes/no
Maybe/finally —
Its circles ever widening until
This nothingness, the not-yet
Is everything.

I squint and there they are —
children husband home dinner dog lawn leaves dishwasher schedule
But under the weight of waiting
they fade in and out of view,
they my everything —
how can it feel like nothing?

Out of everything,
the weight of nothing strikes like a fist
grinds my face in dust
reminds me —
where I am
where I came from
where I’m going,

God is faithful to remind me:
I am nothing.
He is everything.
And this waiting-for is a vapor,
gathered in his palm
like I am —
if I could just
let go.


  • Jules

    Gathered in his palm
    Let go

    Gorgeous. Resonating.

    • http://www.kimvanbrunt.com Kim Van Brunt

      Let go, let go… and let go. Yes. Thanks friend.

  • http://www.leighkramer.com HopefulLeigh

    So powerful, Kim.

    • http://www.kimvanbrunt.com Kim Van Brunt

      Thank you — my heart jumped a little when I saw your sweet face! Can’t wait to see it in person in just a few days. xo

  • http://blog.jennimullinix.com Jenni Mullinix

    A lovely reminder… Thank you.