Time is Waiting,
Standing still,
While Daylight pauses on the Terrestrial windowsill.
Night is Lurking,
Drawing Near,
While I lie here fighting perpetual doubt and fear.
The Moon is rising,
Kissed by Light,
As I Pray to the Heavens to make Everything Right.
The Stars will track Erebus, and then fade,
As another Day breaks into Night’s Shade,
And I will Wait,
With Breath bated,
For the Love that is Coming, Promised and Fated;
For even as Day
Turns ever to Night,
Faith Brings Heavens Blessings and Guided Sight.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Image found at Dreamstime.com
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I ❤ this Morgan. I feel like this too! As I was with breath bated! I love that line!
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😉 So glad it brought a Smile today 🙂 Thanks Ever so!!
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Nicely done, Madame.
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Merci, Monsieur! er…Ta, Laddy 🙂 er maybe just Thanks Friend 🙂 LOL
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Probably best 🙂
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Wonderful!!!!!
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Thanks so much Barb 🙂 🙂 🙂
was that a red slider turtle?
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Great picture, I love the sense of waiting…the idea of a dramatic sense of calm. I do like the phrase terrestrial windowsill, it is apt though.
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I rather enjoy anticipation as well…if I didn’t, I supposed I wouldn’t be waiting. 😉
Just my brain wandering the periphery of verbiage in search of the little used phrase. …well, either that or an extreme lack of sleep lol 😉
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I feel that longing. So elegant as always.
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Thanks So very much Lisa 🙂
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