waiting....

Waiting

Serene, I fold my hands and wait, 

Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea; 

I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, 

For lo! my own shall come to me.

I stay my haste, I make delays, 

For what avails this eager pace? 

I stand amid the eternal ways, 

And what is mine shall know my face.

Asleep, awake, by night or day, 

The friends I seek are seeking me; 

No wind can drive my bark astray, 

Nor change the tide of destiny.

What matter if I stand alone? 

I wait with joy the coming years; 

My heart shall reap where it hath sown, 

And garner up its fruit of tears.

The waters know their own and draw 

The brook that springs in yonder height; 

So flows the good with equal law 

Unto the soul of pure delight.

The stars come nightly to the sky; 

The tidal wave unto the sea; 

Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high, 

Can keep my own away from me.

John Burroughs