Good things coming to those who wait
A saying some find of import
Repeated at every turn of the way
Without thought I didn't weigh
With abandon I set out for the horizon
The blues -come -down beckon
And my hopeful sole trudge on.

A day draws up to my doorstep
In an instant, O abrupt like a slap
Colorful without pretense
Gifts wafting in the air, incense
To my worn torn mind,
A kind reminder,
Good is always in the offing,
For He said so.
He planned that all things work for good.
Thank you Lord, God.