From Psalm 69, verse 3 in the NRSV: “I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes grow dim with waiting for God.”

How long, O Lord, how long?
Will the waiting really end with the bursting of colour and new shoots of growth in the desert?
Will my tears water flowers of hope and healing?
Will my body find the gentle strength to keep on keeping on?
O God of time, how long?







(this orchid in my kitchen is about 4 years old now, I think – and still flowering. Which is quite something, given my bad track record of looking after pot plants! This photo taken March 2011)