Soon

Soon, was the promise.
An echo in my memory.
The King promising to bring His chosen to me.
The love of my life,
And I was to wait.
The King told me soon he would come.
And He kept His word.
But it still seemed long.
Three years it was before he came.
I did not wait.
I grew impatient, loved another.
And almost gave myself to still another.
But now he is here.
Soon, was the promise.
The King brought him to me at last.
But now that we are pledged
I find the passion inside
That I had so carefully guarded
Growing stronger
Longing to break free.
My lover held me
but would not take me.
Not yet. Not yet.
He was strong where I was weak.
But is it so wrong to desire your future?
Is it so wrong to want to see my love to fulfillment?
To feel his arms gently push me back,
to tell me to wait for the embrace I long for.
Soon, was the promise.
I see the time ahead drawing closer.
Where once all was hazy,
Now I can see it in the distance.
Not there yet. Soon.
Yet this was the same word given me by the King.
He Who calls all times Soon.
Oh Patience, why do you run from me?
Don't you see that I need you now?
This chapter is drawing to a close.
Do not let me skip one page.
Not one page. Not one line.
However much my patience draws thin,
I will hold on.
This is my life. I cannot rush through it.
I will wait for him.
Like sand through the hourglass,
A pebble, a deed must be done.
The timing must be right.
Day by day, little by little.
I see him.
Our day, our lives as one draw near. Not yet.
Soon.