Now Poem by Danny Speicher

Called but waiting in midst of death and doom
Reaching out to the hands who cannot grasp
Watching dead men stepping into their tombs
God, I cry out for my time to be now

Human faces placed on robotic forms
Searching for purpose within the routine
They long to be someone, outside the norm
God, I cry out for my time to be now

They watch me prepare to enter the war
They watch me as I don the medic’s frock
They wonder what all this training is for
God, I cry out for my time to be now

Oh, God, shall I linger and learn to fight?
Am I not ready for the fray right now?
Perhaps now is the time to shine the Light
God, I cry out for my time to be now

Lord, answer me in the still, silent dark
Find me standing steadfast for Your command
Lord, don’t allow my heart to miss the mark
Although I cry for my time to be now