Life

Waiting…

Waiting is hard, but I feel I am meant for more.

I hear the hackling of the vultures,

They pick at my relentlessly

I am tired and bitter

What Now?

“Wait.”

How?

“Wait.”

They circle overhead waiting my next move.

They want me to fail.

I feel already have.

I fall to my knees.

I do the only thing I have left.

I let go.

I let go of everything I think I am.

What I think I’m meant to do.

I’m Yours.

Strength.

Courage.

I’m His.

Something begins to stir deep in my soul.

I’m still in the desert, but I smell the rain in the distance.

Hope.

I Am His.

I’m waiting.

I’m standing.

I’m ready.

I Am His. 

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