“I like the way you wait.
Never push.”
Waiting is faithfulness
A slow unfolding
A conversion.
Plenty to do
While waiting.
Look up
Through grass and sky,
Expecting
The mystery to manifest
Its pain and glory,
Defeat and victory,
Justice and inequity.
Countless fibers
Woven
To brace the fall
From illusions of grandeur
Power
Autonomy;
To patience,
Surrender
And the human virtue:
Waiting…
For grace,
In its time.
Believing,
Waiting
For grace,
In its time.
1/21/2012
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Jeanne Poland
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 
Jan 23, 2012 @ 07:18:56
Jeanne,
I love this. The short lines work wonderfully well to build the sense of waiting, the expectancy. They pull the reader through the poem. Well done. I think this is the best poem you’ve written so far. I can see your writing developing, evolving. Great work.
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Jan 23, 2012 @ 07:38:57
So great to be embraced by you, my little Tucson poet mentor.
Jeanne
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