Waiting for a Sign

Itís so blessed not to ask for a sign

For those who ask must also seek

To continue to be watchful

And never rest when they grow weak

Fitfully awaiting

The advent of the sign

And miss the one it signifies

Blinded and left behind.

So evil and adulterous

Is the people who requires

To walk by sight and not by faith

They drown in dead desires.

We ask and seek and knock for more

Wondrous works and signs

We seek the great designer

Who said seek and you will find.

Anthony Foster

August 26, 2005