waiting to be; update.

This poem has been added to five times. This one's the first edit post wedding. In time for our anniversary in a few weeks.

Waiting to be

"in the falling summer rain"*
without pomp and glory
and mysterious array
in the night. in the day
the homesickness leaves
under the Maple rustle.
the stars begin to dot the sky
at noon and you don't know why.
Because He's worth it
I'll just lie here
under the Maple tree
and wait to be free
and one with the Glory,
"in the falling summer rain."*

in the falling autumn leaves
(now the Maple's rustle is red,
and crisp and dry,
in front of a bluer sky,
and the smell of smoke
is strong and deep.)
And though I may weep..
because He's worthy,
I'll just lie here
under the Maple tree
and wait to be free
one with the Glory,
As he walks away slowly
through the falling autumn leaves.

Good-bye dear friend.
And at the end,
You know right where to find me.
find me where you left me:
Under the Maple tree,
waiting to be free
one with the Glory;
finally
just plain Amy.
thanks to Jesus and this boy named Jonny...
I'll see you soon.




First Winter bare
And then a Spring bright and fair.
'til Summer rained again.
Then one day
As i had prayed,
he came back for me.
And now we lie here
under the Maple tree
and wait to be free
one with the Glory,
as one are we.
in fall and winter and spring and
"in the falling summer rain."

Maranatha. Come.

*Louisa May Alcott inspired this refrain