by Delia Calis, SSND
Be still,
Wait gently for My coming
like the seed hidden deep in winter soil
waits for unfolding.
Rest in the stillness of the night,
for fretting hurries not the sunrise
but only stretches the darkness endless
and deadens the heart.
Light announces morning silently
and pale bud flowers golden in quiet peace.
Forced growth hasting chrysalis
crumples butterfly wings crippled.
Only patient winter waiting bursts fulness of life
in time and season,
while worried seeking stunts growth in fragile birth.
Wait for Me and I will renew your strength.
I’ll pool desert sands to springs of living water
after forty days, yes, even forty years of choking dryness.
Parched land will yield good and lasting fruit
for those who share My thirst of Calvary.
Mary lived nine months in Advent
trusting My Father’s promise would flesh her FIAT to birth.
In my own darkness, I prayed that your faith may not fail you;
I prayed this with My Blood.
So wait in trust,
be still, – know you have My love
and
DAWN IS NEAR.