He Is Always Ready and Waiting
When the teeniest last sliver of hope
slides out of your mind cells,
gliding away peacefully on the
dying throes of a mean winter’s day
that is when God comes in and
takes over,
speaking to the glimmer of
hope a caring angel pushed inside
your smallest self, moments before
your soul was completely
finalized.
wise ones will let go sooner rather
than later, releasing their hopes and
dreams, trusting that someone
much wiser will take the reins.
He is always waiting, ready to
pick up.
Believe.
Let Go.
Let Him.
Don’t always go kicking
and screaming into
what you have needed
all along.
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