With the Wait You Wait

The heroic soul waits.
And waits. And waits.
She passes up the fleeting dates
Of half-loves and false-loves.
She sees her life through eyes of faith.

Beauty, you move the world
With the wait you wait.
Feel it - a soon-coming, immeasurable weight of glory;
You're turning the first few pages
Of your own love story.

By Samantha Lindholm
Written May 3, 2012