I Wait For
I wait for
my heart to catch up to my mind,
racing ahead,
that reluctant heart,
so cautious and all.
I wait for signs and instruction, wisdom,
words and words and words,
magic ones and right ones,
the just right ones.
I wait for spring,
always waiting for spring,
air to thaw and sun to warm,
fleeting flower blossoms,
in all their pink.
I wait for my mind to wait for my heart
to catch up,
the bird song in the pause,
stillness of a heartbeat.
I wait for the breath to rise and fall, peace
to wash over me,
knowing whispers in my mind, trust,
in whatever will be.
my heart to catch up to my mind,
racing ahead,
that reluctant heart,
so cautious and all.
I wait for signs and instruction, wisdom,
words and words and words,
magic ones and right ones,
the just right ones.
I wait for spring,
always waiting for spring,
air to thaw and sun to warm,
fleeting flower blossoms,
in all their pink.
I wait for my mind to wait for my heart
to catch up,
the bird song in the pause,
stillness of a heartbeat.
I wait for the breath to rise and fall, peace
to wash over me,
knowing whispers in my mind, trust,
in whatever will be.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2020
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