A reflective thought in quiet times
Progress not being quite so much
a matter of things accomplished,
as fullfillments promised to myself
Unwrapped carefully like cherished gifts.
A world of expectation washed away
Permission to drain the pond
New waters curl around these rocks
while slowly, ever so slowly
sharp edges worn and smoothed to fit
This gentle wearing away,
takes time It comes
no faster than it comes
Leaving me to dream a while
with hopes the waters don't recede
and meanwhile silently,
pray for rain .
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