A particularly wonderful thanksgiving when a Godsend.
Or a coldly brutal reality when in hardship.
But they are, in fact, nothing more than path revisions that are -
Hoped for in faith
Abrupt in surprise
Unwelcomed in calamity
Which self-created gale could we generate?
It might be easier to inhibit another daylight!
It is as much
That any of them find us,
The winds of
As it is a flurry of our own making.
Which at best,
Would be merely the lone trifling interplay of wings.
(The evidence of what you are to be.)
I'm still reaching,
Inside and out,
And it's so unremitting.
The indigenous essence of waiting,
Is the absolute dissipation,
But nothing really waits,
Some moment is always there.
The destined joy will still arrive.