Poetry by Julia Crim
Waiting for the hours to pass,
Longing for the silence to end,
I listen to my own breathing,
Waiting. For what am I waiting, Lord?
For You to come again,
For Your return, for the new Jerusalem?
Or for the call of my children,
For friends to remember me, to hear again their greeting?
And what of all those I loved that can no longer call or come?
For, with the saints above, they are with You,
And I am here, Lord waiting for You,
Longing to keep the faith, to keep my own lamp trimmed,
“To be still and know.”
Dear Lord, I know you are near to me,
Your Shepherd’s staff brings me comfort,
Continue to lead me on to that blessed rest you have promised to
All those who love You.
JULIA H. CRIM is a poet, retired chaplain and co-author of “Abound With Blessings, A Month of Poems and Prayers” with her late husband, Keith R. Crim. She lives in Virginia.
