I Wait by the River, Poem Based on Habakkuk 2:17-20
by Joanne Troppello
I Wait by the River
Habakkuk 2:17-20 (NIV)
I wait by the river, a silence in my soul.
I heard and my heart pounded,
my lips quivered at the sound.
I wait by the river, without peace in my soul.
Decay crept into my bones,
and my legs trembled.
I wait by the river, speaking peace from my soul.
Yet I will wait patiently,
though the fig tree does not bud.
The river calls me deeper, I seek peace more.
There are no grapes on the vines,
and the olive crop fails.
The river calls to me, beckoning, I seek peace.
Though the fields produce no food,
and there are no sheep in the pen.
The river calls me, draws me, I need peace.
No cattle are in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the Lord.
I step into the river, and joyful peace comes.
I will be joyful in God my Savior,
the sovereign, my strength.
I wade in the river, rejoicing, peaceful.
My feet feel like the feet of a deer,
He enables me into new heights.
I immerse in the river,
peace in my soul.
© Joanne Troppello
About the Poet
Joanne Troppello is an author, writer, and poet. She is the publisher of the online Christian lifestyle magazine, Mustard Seed Sentinel.