The Waiting Room

It is the biggest waiting room I have ever seen

Full of people, and yet there is much space

I lost track of how many people are waiting

And how many people have had their turn

Some parts are lovely

And other parts of the waiting room seem dangerous

Illness, violence mixed with love, forgiveness

It takes so long for each to have their turn

Yet the wait is fleeting

There is entertainment, responsibility, laughter and tears

While one waits, one many worry about their hair style

The latest and greatest gadget

Others waiting do not know where their next meal is coming from

Some suffer abuse and discrimination in the waiting room

Some in the waiting room do not see that this is just a waiting room

They think fame, fortune and comfort in the now is the only purpose of anything

As for me I want to make the best of the waiting room, seek God’s will

When it is my turn I want my real life to start

My Eternal Life