It's early morning. Mr. Sunshine is trying his best, brightening and warming the world. Sitting at my dining room table and gazing out a deck window, I'm watching water drip off the tips of tree branches, off a porch roof, off aged plant remains from last fall.
I'm waiting.
I'm not killing time or wasting it.
I'm not sitting tight or holding my horses.
I'm pausing.
There are no worries, no uneasy feelings.
Just a mere pause, an interval, a downtime.
A jet streaks pink across an azure sky.
Water percolates and giggles until it drops in the nearest culvert.
Robin whistles a string of syllables.
I have everything I need.
It's in a promise
Since the beginning of time.
It's designed for me; its designed for you.
It's from God.
Basically, the promise says, "Trust Me."
Something to think about
Something to give praise about
as water drips, as Robin twitters, during the intervals of life....
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