Patience

Scenes of mute destruction remain.

Such powerful steps. Such a bold cry. Startlingly stilled in frozen desire.. And yet we stoop; incredulous at the weight of that which we sow.

To not believe is an act of defiance; To change, the only way to grieve. And the wait? It is but the calm that can only bring with it whatever is determined to be. This is where each test plays their part: a grasping hold to bring each closer to all that we believe. And closer to the What and the Whom. A wilful choice by design. To endure.

A finality of trust. Each to One alone. More than one could need. And more than that each know.

And she? She shall play it at her own pace; shall remain still if it is willed to be. She does like her games. Time really is a tease.