"Out-of-season rain
Dashes crowns of princely trees.
Perplexed travelers ask for reasons,
Huddling under worn eaves."
I often feel so late to the party on so many things. I have fallen short so often in my waiting and faithful hoping, that I tell myself I don't deserve any reward. Yet such a thing, when it comes, will not be refused. And though the world may not understand or welcome its timing, I know it will be needed and so very desired when it comes. Until then, and ever after, I wait, hope and pray in the service of all, however imperfectly. I may be tempted to fret and ask why, but I persevere.
Dashes crowns of princely trees.
Perplexed travelers ask for reasons,
Huddling under worn eaves."
I often feel so late to the party on so many things. I have fallen short so often in my waiting and faithful hoping, that I tell myself I don't deserve any reward. Yet such a thing, when it comes, will not be refused. And though the world may not understand or welcome its timing, I know it will be needed and so very desired when it comes. Until then, and ever after, I wait, hope and pray in the service of all, however imperfectly. I may be tempted to fret and ask why, but I persevere.
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