Waiting

All that is left is the waiting Not a waiting in the dark, But a waiting in the light that things might be seen clearly that hopes might be considered wisely that feelings might be felt truly without deception It is a waiting that seems a lot like living Not living incomplete or unconsoled But living well, to have an abundance to invite her into, to give unto her if the dramatis personae should alter and chance, and faith, and goodness conceive a happy denouement