Waiting Widows

I have taken seriously
All vengeance is Yours.
I have kept to myself,
My heart behind doors,
My hands limp at my sides

Do not tarry any more
Than what is in Your plan.
Their corruption broke the weakest
They knew couldn’t stand,
Their coldness couldn’t care

Or look with humble concern.
For their pride,
Their lack of empathy,
Their demeaning and snide
Derision and refusals,

For the foolish ears
That preferred flattery
To honesty
Endorsing their own battery
While judging all others

For the vulnerable loss
Of the tender petals
You formed in me
For gilding in cold metal
My once soft soul

I ask again,
Remember my case against them.

I am not taking it into my own hands.
I wait on You.

Luke 18:1-8

Now He was telling them a parable to show that at all times they ought to pray and not to lose heart, 2 saying, “In a certain city there was a judge who did not fear God and did not respect man. 3 There was a widow in that city, and she kept coming to him, saying, ‘Give me justice against my adversary.’ 4 For a while he was unwilling; but afterward he said to himself, ‘Even though I do not fear God nor respect man, 5 yet because this widow bothers me, I will give her justice, otherwise by continually coming she will wear me out.’” 6 And the Lord said, “Hear what the unrighteous judge *said; 7 now, will not God bring about justice for His elect who cry to Him day and night, and will He delay long over them? 8 I tell you that He will bring about justice for them quickly. However, when the Son of Man comes, will He find faith on the earth?”