All the years you looked ahead,

so far away from where you stood;

Eyes – squinted,

brows – synced,

vision – focused,

yet nothing was in sight,

you misunderstood.


 That seasons are unique and time, distinct.

That the prize you hoped to gain would only in the wait, be attained.


Through the battles,

dark nights,

consistent torturous shadowy appearance;

your fight,

your hope,

your courage despite,

all designed for you – your deliverance.


Still…


Seasons are unique and time, distinct;

The prize you hoped to gain would only in the wait, be attained.


In those split seconds of hope you seldom felt,

“Maybe, just maybe, the horizon is close to my touch”;

In those bizarre moments you felt love,

the excitement,

the possible satisfaction,

alas!

All – a rush.


Because…


Seasons are unique and time, distinct;

The prize you hoped to gain would only in the wait, be attained.


With faith as little as a mustard seed,

with a soul finally subtle,

you silence it all;

The pressure,

the anxiety,

heart aches and all that made you weak,

embracing the possibilities that ‘now’ has in store.


Realize…


Seasons are unique and time, distinct;

The prize you hope to gain will only in the wait, be attained.


Your season at its perfect time soon appears,

Your prize finally gained;

Because with Love there is no overthought,

there is simplicity,

there is hope,

and in the wait,

false hopes,

all – maimed!

xoxo

JW


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