Wisely Waiting Poem by Curtis Johnson

Wisely Waiting
By Curtis Johnson

I love to tell the story about the time I answered the phone several years ago.
It was a new experience for me when I said, “Hello”, and the caller said, “Please hold”.
My immediate reaction was, “Did she really call me and put me on hold? Unbelievable! ”
My next step was to gladly hang up, because I wasn’t in the market for their product or service.

Like all the racing rats in this fast pace world, you and I are sometimes cast to and fro.
We soon come to realize that there are many and variant wings that flow and blow.
So learning to wait and be wise, we dare not venture recklessly and make haste.

May we dare to be patient and in the “know”.
There’s that certain wind on which our wings must go.

Like an eagle on a high mountain cliff who wants to fly higher and soar without a care.
Like the master of the sky who has known for so long to be keen and much aware.
His mother eagle taught him long ago that his wings alone cannot take him there.

We will, like our eagle friend, wisely wait and debate;
We will, through the eagle’s eye gate, hesitate and negotiate.
Yes, that certain wind under girds his wings and takes him away.
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