Yesterday it rained. And as I left work I waited by the door, and wondered: If I wait, god might stop the rain.
A pause for a second might stop the snow. Despite their brown color, with some water, the leaves may grow. We could sleep a little longer till the end of the day. If we cry just enough we might get our way. If we push off the party the sun might come out. If we pray extra hard the flowers could sprout.
And if we wait by this tree, Just sit, you and me, The world, might too, sort itself out.
Here is a lovely little poem I wrote for my creative writing class --and for Shel Silverstein