The Wait

© Marta Ramoneda for The New York Times

We must endure delays from birth
those obstacles face all on earth
a time for us to contemplate–
Have mercy on us while we wait!

When festivals descend each year
we’re challenged to provide good cheer.
Imbued with hope, anticipate–
Have mercy on us while we wait

Boredom can feed anxiety,
impatience may upset our needs;
stagnation breeds unrest and hate–
Have mercy on us while we wait!

Give peace to those who need restraint
Have mercy on us while we wait!

27 thoughts on “The Wait

  1. Have mercy on us while we wait…the advent, anticipation…so often overshadowed from that rush we’re living in… this is beautiful gay and can be read in different ways as well.. and after reading yours i think i have even more mistakes in mine than i thought i had…ha…oh my..

  2. mercy and grace would be beautiful gifts this time of year…and particularly this year….the christmas cheer seems to be flagging a bit in light of recent events…and lets face it the season comes with a certain level of anxiety as well…and expectation….peace is def the gift to give…smiles…nicely done ma’am

  3. “Give peace to those who need restraint”…oh yes…please. My mind went to those unbalanced ones who seemingly have no restraint…they’re showing up more and more in our society. Your beseeching refrain echoes in my head.

  4. Did you choose this form-for-all just to show off this poem? 😉 It’s magnificent–loved both the tension the refrain inserts and the aptness of the verses to this often-anxious season 🙂

    • No not at all – I wrote it this morning at the very last minute. So thank you if it seemed otherwise. I knew I wanted it to tie in to the article but couldn’t come up with any ideas. I am glad to know it was successful. Thanks again.

  5. This is so charming. If Father Time were Mother Time, she would definitely be La Belle Dame Sans Merci!

    Very well done. Thanks also for your kind comment, Gay. Hope you have a nice holiday. k.

  6. Excellent kyrielle on many levels – form and meaning. I loathe waiting, so your poem rang bells for me. Supermarket queues, airports, doctors’ waiting rooms: all opportunities to observe mankind and write poetry, yet too often I simply fret!

  7. stagnation indeed breeds hate — stagnation in poverty (relative and absolute). Offering comfort can only last for a few minutes in that case — and then the seasons over. But a your kyrielle suggests, finding a way out of stagnation is the real hope and having mercy during that wait is important.

  8. This is wonderful – it’s topical and provides a necessary challenge to our impatience. It is especially ironic that we have filled advent – a season of waiting – with even more busyness than the rest of the year.

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  10. I read this some hours ago but did not comment because I did not know how to interpret it.
    Reading again and seeing the picture again I hope the one you are waiting for survives and prospers. Peace.

  11. I don’t much care for waiting; though I doubt many people do. although some situations make waiting worst.

    I enjoy the refrain in this Kyrielle Sonnet.

  12. The ‘waiting game’ can be most frustrating. But it’s strange some wallow in it. They seem to enjoy making others wait. On our own however, waiting and persisting to wait is a virtue. Patience has no rival. Nicely Gay, thanks for hosting!


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