by Howard Hain
Camille Pissarro, “Entrée du village de Voisins”, 1872 (Musée d’Orsay)
Waiting and waiting, for exactly what I’m not sure.
The sun to rise.
The day to end.
The water to boil.
Mass to begin.
The cock to crow.
Christ to return.
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A new day is here.
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Father, thank You.
Jesus, I love You.
Holy Spirit, have Your way.
Howard Hain is a contemplative layman, husband, and father. He blogs at http://www.howardhain.com
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The Victor's Place 
“They also serve who only stand and wait.”The last line of the poem “On His Blindness,” by John Milton. The poet reflects that he has a place in God’s world despite his disability.
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