The Wait

by Emmy Borromeo

She waits
She looks down
Oh, it sure is lovely,
The scene!
The brightness of beauty,
The yellow and green!

She waits
And at times,
The cold wind visits
And at times, hunts.

It sure is arduous
To fight the cold!
It sure is arduous
To fight the beauty
Of temporal bliss!

But while she is here
She will keep her faith:
The glory of things
Yet to be seen
Is beyond the sufferings
Of the battle she is in.

She knows
She learned
That glory is
Worth the wait.