She waited for the call
that never came;
searched every mail
for a letter,
or a note,
or a card,
that bore his name;
and on her knees
at night,
and on her feet
all day,
she stormed Heaven’s Gate
in his behalf;
she pled for him
in Heaven’s high court.

“Be still and wait,”
the word He gave;
and so she knew
He would
do in, and for,
that which she never could.
Doubts ignored,
she went about her chores
with joy;
knowing, though spurned,
His word was true.
The prodigal had not returned
but God was God,
and there was work to do.