It always seems that when I see something out
the conclusion is not what I wanted or what I planned.
So I've come to the understanding that when you're
not expecting,
or when you quit regretting
things that could have happened,
a new something begins to bloom.

Like a maid on a widow's walk.
She looks out to the sea and notices that her ship
isn't on the horizon.
Soft tears might be shed into a
handkerchief, one with embroidered flowers,
much like how her heart is seen by her lover.

But when she's milking the cows, or tending the garden,
He sails in
on his man-o-war that gleams with freshly waxed beams and
snapping sails...

They've come in early.

She doesn't know though!
Thoughts of him are whistling in the breeze
through her mind. The sent of him floats through the air.

And yet when he steps out from the side of the house she
asks herself,
Is this a dream?

No possible reality could be this sweet!

So it's a charmed and enduring love that
this surprise, this reunion, - unplanned - unbeknown to the likes of her,
is made perfect.

Though her nail beds are *****, and her hair is all a-mess,
dirt stains on the hems of her dress,
he doesn't care, because she is a million times
better in his eyes than any queen or princess.

And this is why when things don't go the way we plan
we feel for a time sad, and lonesome.
But it will only last for but a moment, and when it ends
we are rewarded with something much better than we ever expected.

Such is life if we trust in not our own plans, but His.
They are immensely better.