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A weight of waiting
I sit in the quandary
of mind, far away a dear awaits the notice to act, together we wonder about the
near and the far, unsure of what it might portend.
Yet, an agreement
does persist that regardless of what we eventually learn, it would not stand in
the way of what we have planned. In the waiting is some anxiety, it deigns to sap the
reserves of hope and expectation.
We would not faint in
the quest of what is happening between us, for the consideration is deep and
the purpose is crystallising into something dreams are made of. Gems and
treasure gain value in the labour expended, of time, of toil, of trial, of
test, and of testament.
In that, there is
assurance, that hurdles would be skipped, mountains will be scaled, obstacles
will be overcome, difficulties will be solved, rivers will be swum, forded, boated
or bridged and at the end will lay a prize that no one will be able to take
away.
In our talk comes the
comfort from turmoil and in our conversation is the calming of the nerves, we
like iron sharpens iron, strengthen each other, supporting the waning to bring
it to the thriving.
It is a little setback
that gives way to great opportunities, in that, we are confident that love does
conquer all.
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