The Waiting Room

Hi everyone,
 
This is another Advent poem, written for these weeks while we prepare ourselves for Christmas and celebrating Jesus’ birth into our world. Let us remember that while we wait for Jesus to come, we should do more than “watch and wait” for Him.* Our waiting season should be filled to overflowing with actively reaching out to the people around us, breaking out of our shells into the new life Christ’s birth heralds for us all.
 
God bless,
Morgan
*See Matthew 24:42 to 25:30 for several stories Jesus tells about waiting for the Second Coming of Christ – whenever we wait for Him, whether symbolically in Christmas Day or literally for His Return, Jesus’ words tell us to keep busy doing good work: “Happy that servant if his master comes home and finds him at work!” (24:42)
 
“Waiting Room”
 
waiting room in a doctor’s office,
an echoing white box where sounds
of the morning news on the television clash
with shuffling magazine pages.
the many people in the room all wait for the same
Healer and the news he brings.
Two sets of eyes watch the news but never
share a glance with each other.
the stories of arguing politicians, war, terror, and disaster
glaze over their staring eyes.
three sets of eyes read magazines, and four sets
fix on the minute hand circling
the clock as the room waits, waits, waits.
boredom traces some faces like a gray crayon,
but pale blue fear haloes others.
in one corner an old woman curls over, shaking,
eyes squeezed shut on the world,
only letting tears escape. the room is still and
full of the glazed eyes.
a boy sitting by his mother fidgets, turns,
sees the shaking woman.
he slides from his chair and
walks to her, touches her arm and smiles. she
opens her eyes. He holds out a pack of
tissues printed with cherry red cars and trucks,
and she takes one from the plastic with a
hesitant smile. A few sets of eyes
pull themselves from the screen, the pages, and
the clock, and the people realize
what they’ve been waiting for.
Then the door opens, the Healer walks out,
and he smiles at the boy with the tissues
who is already seeing his patients
 
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The Waiting Room by Morgan Prettyman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. bronte1031@comcast.net
    Dec 07, 2013 @ 17:23:06

    My favorite moment of the poem:

    the clock as the room waits, waits, waits. boredom traces some faces like a gray crayon

    Reply

  2. Duncan
    Dec 08, 2013 @ 11:17:34

    This is really great! I really like the analogy. Great poem!

    Reply

  3. Phyllis & Don Muyskens
    Dec 26, 2013 @ 21:51:05

    Morgan, You continue to Amaze and Bless us with the beauty of your poetry.
    as well as your art work. Your Christmas card was so beautiful we had to frame it.
    Thank you for allowing God to work in and through you.

    Reply

    • brianabatty
      Dec 26, 2013 @ 22:12:16

      Thanks so much! I’m glad you like the poem and the card 🙂 You both have blessed me with hugs and wisdom and amazing examples of Christian living over the years – so blessed to know you both!

      Reply

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