When time stops do you feel it?
Is there a moment when everything is okay and the world is right and stands the test of time?
Or do we wait, with hunger, for another moment?
Maybe that’s the beauty.
Maybe the hunger fuels the fire for tomorrow.
I don’t know. I’m just you, reaching into the void, waiting for the voice of God to smile on my weakness.
Maybe clay cries out to potter longing for completion.
But the journey is worth the wait. So I’ll stand in the light, knowing the dawn is brighter.
And I wait because you’ve always met me there.
Nothing becomes something beautiful in your embrace. Sometimes it just takes a minute for me to catch up.