Anticipating the good that is coming
The culmination of dreams and hopes
Riding on the bubble of wants and needs
It is so close, so close, so close
And yet, it doesn’t seem right
To hold the breath, close the eyes
Or cross the fingers in waiting
Until the process comes through
And the promise of yesterday
Comes to fulfill all the work done
By little elves and the spirits of good
No, not really them, but our own work
In declaration of what is facilitated
A place and a space for settling in
And allowing the mind to reach out
And relax
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