Waiting for Eliezer
The journey to God, my God, seems so long at times.
For no one knows the end—
but Him.
For waiting for Eliezer's sight
feels forever, or surely would it be enough
to bear a while? As camels bear their burdens across the
desert trek, their weight unbearable as time.
How can I know there will be water at the well? And how can
anyone know who will be the bride?
The wind kisses my sand-blown eyes. They say
the water makes them clear.
They also say the wait keeps young girl's waist as slim. I wonder,
Are virgins ever meant to be married?
I know my wrist fits only
one bracelet's size.
Faraway, at dusky evening's curtain draw—who is he, coming from Beer Lahai Roi?
meditating in the field?
He is my master, Eliezer answers.
