There is an eagerness

for stillness.

Slow words,


a long embrace.

My soul reflects,

it is a time for meditation.

To wait for something soon to come.

The stars concur

and a chair sits

empty across from

a dear friend.

Questions persist

and a deep desire for

answers have no shortage of messengers.

But who are we to trust?

Is this not a time for stillness?

Where questions lay paralyzed

at the threshold of

ears so graciously open.

Where patient silence

follows the change of seasons.

In Truth we trust

and the leaves

from different branches

of different trees tell the same story

of change to come.

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