As I Wait Poem by Stephanie Hazle

As I wait
Sometimes there's no sound
The silence is deafening
I am arrested by the blaring of my thoughts
And yet, my helpless state
Is also my strongest

As I wait
I sometimes question my sanity
Am I living in a dream
Which exists only in my mind?
And yet, my forsaking my senses
Assures me I am trusting Him

As I wait
Nothing I do seems sensible
Especially to those looking on
I am tempted to agree with them
And yet, the level of faith required of me
Attracts the judgement of doubters

As I wait
Everything I know is separated from me
And I feel alone
And scared
Yet it is in those my moments
I experience His presence ever so near

As I wait
My instincts urge me to be proactive
But my conviction says otherwise
I am reminded of His promises
And yet I would choose no easier route
For there is no better option

As I wait
I have fresh, new thoughts
A world of creativity is birthed
It is fed and nurtured
And yet, I realise I am merely a conduit
Of divine artistic intelligence

As I wait
My eyes are brand new
I see much more than
That which first greets
And yet, I am regretful
That I didn't see before

As I wait
I am a fountain of patience
I become less quick to answer
And faster to listen
And yet, this measure of patience
Doesn't come close to the mark

As I wait
I feel deeply
I am not numb or hardened
I cry with ease
And yet, my tears are not of pain
But a truthful display of who I am inside

As I wait
My dreams are big
And never have I been
More filled with hope!
And yet, even those big dreams
Do not match that which actually awaits.