Waiting for Things out of My Control

I just can't get traction,
waiting for things out of my control,
can't make a decision,
and waiting around is taking a toll.

Trust in my foundation,
in the midst of chaos the center holds.
Trust in the formation
of goodness that I'm waiting to be told.

Inside is the answer,
the flow of warmth and love from pole to pole;
there's no threat or danger
connecting with the part that makes me whole.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2020


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