Waiting For You

On days clouds mask transparency, when sprinkles/gales quell meadow’s song, before Spring’s green, post Autumn’s fall of colored leaves (that flirt with tones of Prelude’s whites), I wait for you (and doing so) find new delights! On days what’s right (what’s left’s not clear), discordance jars the inner ear, I trust the harmony for all that God provides, the love we share (makes right what’s wrong), I wait for you (why hamstring with inerrancy?) I wait for you, trust you’ll be near when time is right, for die is cast, an inner compass guides our flight. We both support what we need be to bloom the ways God’s plans mature in gifts we’re dealt our day of birth. I wait for you though seasons pass, poles flip on earth (in one day’s time), the oceans freeze (one last, “Bonjour!”), the sun’s end fades to more maybe. I won’t begrudge its fleeting glow! Look for lips poised with love’s, “Hello!” Long Tooth November 6th in 2022