Waiting while the world wanders.
Griping something broken,
crumbling under my firm grip.
Patience dwindles and
hope melts with the winter snow
Alphabet soup spells nothing helpful
as I look for my miracle in a bowl.
Mountains don't move with my faith,
and neither do my fears.
I can't see life in the rose bud if I forget to look.
Watching time roll with the minute hand of the clock
as I attempt to sleep winter away.
Desire only deepens as despondency is embraced.
Somewhere in the stillness of time I discover-
Waiting gets you no where,
when waiting isn't graced.
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