Fred Babbin

Rookie (1925 / Chicago)

I Am Waiting - Meditating - Poem by Fred Babbin

This one started out with Writer's Block.

I am meditating, meditating,
I am waiting, waiting, Waiting –
for the coming of the words of numbness
Waiting for the words of healing
That will salve the tortured feeling
Of my past and present situation.

I am the bridge,
The rainbow bridge
Crossing to a world
That I can’t see.
Going somewhere to a future
That will be so, hopefully,
For the better.

And in the end,
If I don’t sense,
That place where I am going hence,
What difference
will it make to me?
For I will be in peace at last.
I will be then, in the end then,
At my final, quiet, rest.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011


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