His Wait
I move along my path in cosmic silence,
a boulder to those shiny stones,
the stars I keep in sight.
The many times I curve around
the radiating fountain of my force
seems everlasting.
The space I travel through
is vast, and yet. . . .
to the eye of my Creator,
this voyage I make is but a jaunt.
His wait for me to cease
will have been a pittance of a pause.
I believe this has lost twice. Trying for third time a charm. hahaha
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
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