A thousand years—
what is merely a single day to You
becomes a thousand years to me.
So You wait for a day,
while I must endure a millennium.
What is to You
no more than the blink of an eye
becomes, for me,
a long season of endurance,
where bones are worn down
and the will is slowly bent.
You dwell in Eternity
and yet experience the moment.
I dwell within Time
and must endure moments
that carry the depth and weight
of eternity itself.
Today,
I am waiting for Your time,
and at the same time,
I am enduring Your patience.
Please remember—
I am only human.
A fragile one,
whose breath falters
under too great a patience,
and who grows thin
beneath too long a waiting.