On waiting my turn…
1 min readJun 30, 2020
it looks like a tight bright green fig hung on a tree at the start of summer. full of potential that you can barely see but undoubtedly knowing it will grow ripe and ready. it feels like a fall morning where it may begin with clouds but you remind yourself that you’ve seen the sun before so you will see it again.
it is trust that declares — what is meant for me will be mine
it is the choice that shouts — I will prepare only for my turn and my blessing
