I keep a watchful eye,

Trying to see what’s going to happen.

Looking for hope, shifting

A sign of change.

Wondering what’s going to transpire next.

Who will I be?  Will I change?

Is there more that I don’t see?

I wish I already had the answers.

I forget that I don’t have control

But all the time fooling myself that I do.

I am impatient, grumpy,

Why isn’t it happening NOW!

I stumble, I recover,

I start over.  I backtrack a bit.

But I see clearer, I learn lessons

And am graced with patience.

Patience to wait, to see, to experience.

Hope to understand, to try, to move forward.

A glimmer gives me light to see

The next step, slowly.

Then the next one, then the next one

And more after that.

As I journey, I realize now

That each step is to be experienced

And savored because the sweetness finally comes.

The taste is all that much better

when I finally understand the plan

is taking its time to cook to perfection.

Ah, how sweet it is!


~Copyright 2010, Mary D’Alba (Spiritualitygirl)~