Days go by then month and years, yet nothing seems to move. The sun rises and the sun sets and time wears on. Listening in anticipation and wondering when oh Lord. In silent prayer a quiet voice says not yet. As rosy cheeks become scarred with laugh lines and wrinkles form. Youth gives way to age with white hairs replacing those of younger self. In silent prayer you ask when and a quiet voice says not yet. Then decades have gone and sorrow has been all but forgotten. Hopes have faded and still you quietly pray. Through mortal eyes life has passed by and hope is gone. At a moment appointed, when the world says it is not so, God arrives and says it is time. The fulfillment of a promise the completion of a journey. All things are fulfilled and all things are made new. Though time has passed in the worlds eyes, only a few eternal  seconds have gone by as you have been waiting on God.