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