It’s a strange place.
Sitting alone in this waiting room
wondering what time the train will arrive,
indeed if it will arrive
and if it will stop here.
I am stuck here, helpless
between Good Friday and Easter Sunday
on this silent Saturday, sitting and waiting.
Between death and life.
Between this world and eternity.
PERSONAL DEVELOPMENT EXERCISE
Waiting rooms are interesting places. They hold us for a time between where we were and where we are going.
1. Where are you on your journey?
2. What are you waiting on at this moment?
(This was written on Holy Saturday (between Good Friday and Easter Sunday)