A Burning Bush

Waiting has burned and shaped a landscape Smoldering or raging, it has seared our hearts Ashes are piled all around and on my head The urge to beg overwhelmed me many times Reaching for the impossible was not my idea Seeking, seeking, seeking was all I could do Certain I would know it on sight, anyone would For the drive to keep going, the need was enough I looked over and again in the same wrong places The pain gouged at that same part of my body Good that I learned the lesson I fear forgetting Now I have a permanent scar and I can touch it Each time I remember it came from outside of me My sad fruitless chase had been planned all along Soon after, but still waiting, on a hot dry day Standing still resting myself in a strange place With a strange person, I felt my sandals on I felt cool air on my face and I breathed in While the words I was longing to hear were spoken