paused and waiting, we tend to
dwell in the past - not necessary,
swinging doors and wells
more than we should...
children of alliance stand tall in
the valley of time, moving
it conclusion ever so slowly,
fields of uncertainties replaced
by sustaining hope and faith,
longer than normal we wait...
anxious to be called out
anxious to hear the assignment
anxious to know... it is all just
a matter of time, they say...
the fringes of memories hold
the doors open letting the wells
run dry as if they were oil fields,
doubts are cast in bolts of lightning,
we duck back inside when the
last one strikes the ground and we
collapse into a forgetful river.
October 24, 2024
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