He Waits

In the silence
  my Lord cries out to me.
In the silence
 he is waiting for me.
The restless beat of my heart
 tells me that he waits.
In restless procrastination
 I pile action upon action;
he waits.
All day I am busy
 with task upon task;
he waits.
From thing to thing,
 action to action,
 thought to thought
 I fly;
still he waits.
And while I wait
 in the silence
 I am impatient!
“Where is he?”
Do I not know
 in the silence
 he waits for me?
_{Ruth Harring, Voice of the Voiceless}