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)~
