They Wait; We Wait

by Ijeoma Monica Njoku

They wait,

with their feet wet,

below the season’s

dampness with patient reasons.

They wait,

to see their works

done by trusted hands of faith

without spoken words.

We wait,

to watch the spires

rise up in the skies

To bring eternal peace to the lands.

The birds wait,

to sing sonorous songs

of joy as the blessings of His House

reach the youth of the lands.

Illustration by Jared Fong