Yet to Be: A Yearning Within

A poem about the unspoken struggle of being stuck in transition.

For several months I have been in a season of waiting and transition, which has felt disorientating. It has felt like an endless practice run of ‘what next?’ and ‘when is it my time God?’ its hard to fully convey the sense of stagnating, as well as the waves of wondering.

For those of us who are in conversation with God, it is often the case that you find yourself feeling like your anticipation turns a bit stale. You look for signs that signal breakthrough, or even just an inkling of something more.

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I have been humbled a hundred times on this road with God and it has only just started to make sense to me. Being humbled repeatedly gives greater endurance and gratitude for all the small moments where he is at work.

This is a poem I wrote that is all about contemplating the in-between and what that can feel like.

I have learnt there is contentment

between

becoming and yet to be.

A rejoicing in the present

and our persistent pleas-

some say its a cruel kindness,

Being told to ‘just be.’

Like being in a greenhouse for all to see,

with no idea what you’re growing,

in a seemingly frozen garden.

Its not all what it seems.

These stale saplings, there is no indication

of what they will be.

I was buried in being, until He dismantled

my self-imposed ceiling.

A living landscape that lay fallow.

A noiseless fanfare

on this ground He makes hallow.

Come join, let us be

and savour what is yet to be.

The joy of living in the in-between.

Are you dear one also in a season of waiting or transition? I pray you find peace and joy in the in-between, as you wait for breakthrough.

With love and prayers

Georgie x