April 13, 2015: Waiting

~by Paula Veloso Babadi

Every living creature waits for something – birth, death, prey, hibernation, spring rain, summer fruit, warm earth – the list is endless. On the other side of the waiting coin, when it comes to humanity, English poet Geoffrey Chaucer said it best, “Time and tide wait for no man”. I learned this lesson as a teenager who lost her latest “crush” to the thieving tide of college on a distant shore. As sad as I was, I survived. And today, when losses are greater than a youthful romance cut short, poetry again provides release and comfort. I thank God for these blessings.


Whispering winds
by saplings pause -
move quietly
to sturdy oaks
while ax-men look
for ripened trees
to cut.
Green wood dries slowly
calling time her foe
as rings of age
suffer sharp blades.
Whispering winds
by saplings pause -
deliver vainly
to oaken stumps
the young trees’ plea,
Wait for me.”

Paula Veloso Babadi has worked in the health care industry for over thirty five years, but her true passion is poetry. She is a member of the St. John’s Chapter of the national Catholic Writers Guild and a regular contributor to the St. Joseph’sReflections Newspaper. Growing up in England and Pensacola with her Filipino and British parents and marrying into her Iranian family, she now lives in Jacksonville, Florida with her husband, daughter and nearby three grown sons and grandchildren.

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