Waiting for a Miracle
A cry for help that doesn’t arrive the way I expect it
By Chantal Christie WeissPublished about 10 hours ago • 1 min read
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I always thought God lived in the miracles
That’s how He once showed up for me
But I’ve got to know Him deeper
In the waiting
In the silence
Of days,
weeks,
months and years.
In each morning,
When nothing new came
In the pain of surrender after surrender
When nothing made sense
I learned to trust
To move over,
and let Him love me
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Chantal Christie Weiss
I serve memories and give myself up as a conduit for creativity.
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Comments (1)
This was so optimistic. Loved your poem!