Waiting. I know the plans I have for you—

Waiting. They also serve who only stand—

Waiting. –plans to propser youand wait—and

not to—Meaningless—harm—meaningless—you.

Everything isWe have nothing to fear

Meaninglessfor the future except we

forgeta chasing after the windhow

God has led usBy brooks too wide for

leaping—Let us then be up and doing

with a will—in the past—the lightfoot boys

are laid—and departing leave behind us

footprints. Clamor fades. The days unwind and

I live caged. Waiting. To stop wanting. To fly.

 

 

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