Poem: Waiting for God 2021

Photo credit: Hutomo Abrianto

The home that was chosen for me,

I see nobody, just the mere grass

And semi-twin home, not so grand yet lovely:

They are there, in their own world:

Some are lost & lonely: Shades close,

For privacy—I know they are there,

Watching, looking—longing to be free:

As I go about, my daily duties,

Humming, singing songs of praise, thanking Christ,

That delivered me: even when, I see nobody,

I remember they are there, just like me,

Waiting for God to set them free.

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