Sister Poetry

Only candles burn and soon
The lights will be gone
Only I know deeper
I cannot rush this burning
I cannot prepare enough
Time rushes now and it is both too quick
And too slow
If only it were over
But then if it were
I would not yet be ready
What is needed?
I think of time
Time to prepare
But my heart
Rushes time
Or is it the uneasiness of waiting
waiting
waiting.