Fallow 89

The sun is shining
There's more wind than usual
Like waves in the sky

Good Friday echoes
With timing lost overtime
But these ears listen

Many perspectives
But the written word remains
And within it, hope

Hope for the future
Hope that steps are not in vain
Hope that test will end

For how much greater
Will love be when seen first hand
Not just imagined?

When wishful thinking
Becomes the comforting breast
On which my head lays

So thoughts still spiral
The wind swells to set them straight
But mind rests on you

May it rest with you?
Side by side and step by step
Amidst (gentle/thorough) storm?

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