There are a thousand small distractions, each one taking me moment to moment.

Dishes to be washed, children to be fed.

Yet always……

in the farthest region of my heart ….

is a longing, a smoldering fire waiting to be sparked back into flame.

I wait….

aching for your return….

a brush of your hand on my face….

or a whisper in my ear.

I seek distraction again to ease the pain of waiting…





5 comments on “Waiting

  1. Beautiful. A language so many of us understand. xoxo

  2. Melynnda* says:

    Thank you dear friend.

  3. the longing of our heart clamours.

  4. brettsnani says:

    Even with a longing one has inner peace; trusting in the higher power.

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