Waiting

The following poem comes out of an evening service which was called "Creative Prayer" -

Waiting....

"Please hold on...."

Fingers drum on the tabletop.
Eyes, first glancing then staring at a wristwatch.
Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick.
Seconds stroll by.

Ears hearing muzak on its umpteenth loop
A sigh.
Teeth gritted 
Heart racing.
Tension building
Anxiety rising with each passing second.

"Oh Lord, how long must I wait?"
One hand reaches for a little book on the table
A Gideon's New Testament
Fingers flick through the pages...
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace,
Patience
Long....suffering
Endurance

"I want to give that person a piece of my mind!"
But the fruit of the Spirit is Love, Joy,
Peace
Contentment
Calmness

"I can put you through now; sorry for the delay."
"I'm not"