Everything has its time

By Anisah

London, 05:15, Friday, 31 March 2006  

Listen
in the wee hours of morning
first light has yet to break
when the bed is still warm
the sheets rustle
as someone turns
to rest on a fluffy spot
yet to be flattened.

I'm still working, thinking,
when sleep has not come yet
I am counting on patience,
on tenacity to see me through
this path, where many have trotted
where many more will walk
when some have despaired and given up
but many more have endured
everything has its time.

Had I not gone on a journey
I wouldn't have found You, always there
the trip has enriched me
in more ways than one
I have changed from first I started out
from naïve, skeptical, trusting, full of hope
to critical, still trusting, and with more hopes.

I used to wish
that things might turn out the way I wanted them to be
they sometimes do, they sometimes don't
I've learnt one lesson
they always turn out the way You want them to
I knew not then
You showed me how, why
I know now, I love You. 
I won't want to rush things now
for I know now
everything has its time.

Listener
You listened to me
even when I don't speak
when no words are deep enough
to say what I want to tell
I had so many questions
You answered them
with signs that I've always known
some say You are an invention,
as comforter to the despaired
You are in fact the inventor,
in turning to you, 
I accept my fragility, my humanity.  

Listen
my friends
dwell on this
so many before us had
and many more after us will
each for their own time, their own epoch
but all with the same resonance
"Go, so that you will return"
I went, in Him I trust,
for I want to return, 
to Him, and Him only,
the One and Only
I asked Him,
"would mine be a Friday?"