My Ego paints a future that’s bright,
while hastily ushering me away,
from a past it swears was very bleak. The pattern lures me in,
and I sleepily follow it’s lead.
Yet quiet whispers from a gentle spirit,
remains to send the call.
Left behind so many times before,
yet continuing Her gracious wait,
forever in the quiet.
And when I finally reach for Her,
She’ll be softly,