It's not a matter of waiting
it is life in its unpredictable flux
no one is ever in control
time ultimately holds the cards-

what you're pursuing
however grand your design may be
they are like leaves drifting
precariously  in life's mysterious  sea-

it would appear to be
there's no escape from destiny
the silent and ubiquitous hand
that brings joy or causes misery-

but what does count at the end- nobly
is our rising above every calamity
in our hope, faith and patience
which will mark our very epiphany

Not everything makes sense
but why should we bother?
There's beauty in every rose that blows
and wonder that beckons at every corner.

The sun shines without our bidding
the waves they whistle with every tide
the stars and moon know their rightful places
there's always joy where love is by our side.

Questions that vex too many there are
all such we'll bypass and set aside
let's listen to the beating of our gentle heart
let the glory of each day be our constant guide.

Upon the blushing of every dawn
we'll sing songs of gratitude and grace
life's burdens and chagrin will fade on their own
as we step into the delight and promise of future days.

I can't detach the past
it claims to be my alter ego
with all my might I did struggle
its words were stubbornly so: I'll not let go!

It pleaded pitifully before me:
you're the only one I know
from you I assumed a reality
to your death I'll follow!

My certainty
creates uncertainty-
it's a fixity
which stifles
making me
less free

There's light in my heart and soul
my darkness will disappear
upon each dawn I wake
hope is always near-

in humility I daily pray
for other sufferers' as well
we are all one united family
our common stories we share and tell

Success is rare, very much so

failure is that which does abound

and, not belonging to the former, I know

great company will be ubiquitously found

My own inspiration I'll create
waiting outside myself would be a mistake
what I'm breathing on my own is purer
and my works wouldn't risk being inferior