Sunday, July 12, 2015

Waiting

Waiting
“It is difficult to accept that politics, like history itself,
Is a never-ending process in which nothing is ever definitely over.”
Václav Havel
Paris, October 27, 1992
                                                                                                                  

At one end of the great wide spectrum
Some waited for Godot,
As their saving welcome
To freedom from bondage, at minimum a furlough.

This kind of continual waiting
In bondage one learns to cope.
But the idea of Godot is baiting
A falsehood killing hope.

The opposite end of the spectrum
Lives a waiting of another kind.
It is a longing and vocation that beckons
The practice of patience in the heart and mind.

Certain types of waiting have no meaning,
Those of hopelessness and personal inaction
Plant nothing but false leaning,
Wishing for some reversing traction.

The breadth of life requires understanding,
World, Being, and History move on their own.
Impatience makes no mark on their processes,
Patient waiting slowly tarries, sometimes with a groan.

Rational plans move forward
Envision Utopia, a well-documented plan.
Enlightenment thought notwithstanding,
Incapable of controlling and to fully understand.

The art of patient waiting is something to be learned,
Like sowing a seed and watering the land.
There is nothing that impatience could turn
Life’s processes rapidly around and as grand.

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