Wait, you say. Wait while the wind blows. Wait while the rains fall. It will all pass. Wait until all again is calm.
Wait while grasping and striving grips. Wait while bitterness grows. Wait until fever passes and again my eyes look on my neighbors with compassion.
Wait while elation visits. Wait while fear binds my chest. Wait until my movements can be made with slow deliberation.
Wait, you say. All will pass. All will come.
(Letter 1,786)
Daily Letters to God 