This weekend, I attended the Festival of Faith and Writing at Calvin College, and I had the opportunity to share a few conversations with some of my favorite living poets. I shared breakfast with Scott Cairns (yes, I imposed) and met Jeanne Murray Walker at the airport. I also met a new friend, Phillip Mauer, whose poems you'll not find on the internet just yet. (One day, Phillip.) The conversations we shared were brief (too brief), but I walked away with the firm conviction that the world needs more poets who produce gentle, true poems. Search your heart. You know this is true, don't you?
Today, I'm sharing a poem I scratched out weeks ago for my Patreon community, the community that makes my writing (poetry, short fiction, various sundries) possible. I'm sharing because I generally believe in the power of poetry, and specifically believe in this poem. If you enjoy "The Pain of Waiting Is," consider joining my little Patreon community. I think you'll be glad you did.
The Pain of Waiting Is
an empty yellow chair, a cup with no coffee, a blank piece of paper,
a simple prayer for company, comfort, a new Genesis. -this is what it means.
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