in the end–the beginning

You said,

“Everything in its time, child

everything in its time.”

So I heeded your words—

lined my shelter with promises

and filled the cracks with hope.

I waited as expectation began to wither

like branches in the dead of winter

You burned to keep me warm.

You said,

“Everything in its time, child

everything in its time—”

This(Your)truth sang me to sleep.

—

And so this is spring…

white blankets slowly roll back,

ice melts and drips away;

sinks deep into the earth and

waters the seed that long lay dormant.

Roots unfurled and tendrils

stretched out toward the sun,

all I held had come undone.

I awoke to find that all had changed

No, not one remained the same

Yet, when everything I loved

had long since come and gone

You whispered beauty in my ear…

—

Everything in its time, child

everything in its time.

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