Waiting For Jesus

I sat all day, yesterday, waiting for Jesus. But He did not come for me. Oh we spoke extensively, until we were interrupted by the sweet new girl who now dresses and feeds me. She has yet to be corrupted and disturbed that her cheery words seemingly receive no response from me. But "thanks" are in my heart, and she has become part of the family of people for whom I pray daily. I pray my prayers and think my thoughts silently. For my body no longer lets me communicate with those left in this world, clothed in what is called, "a right mind." Here I sit and find myself every day, all day, waiting for Jesus, hoping every morning and hoping every night that "Today," might be my day. Here I sit again, just waiting for Jesus.