In Waiting

Your next asking of me

Twas beneath starless sky and moonless abyss I looked up this very morning.

The darkness had texture in its manner of blanketing me, not in warmth but smother.

I was reminded of a time of smallness, even before I was child to smell the earths soil.

I was told the story of David and Goliath, then asked if I believed.

My reply of ‘Which part, please be specific’ brought a smile and approval.

I was warned of the difficulty I would face, perhaps even death, then asked if I was concerned.

My response of ‘in staying or leaving’ managed a chuckle and something nearing interest.

I was informed I would not return until I had learned life lessons, then asked if I had any questions.

I don’t recall having opportunity to ask before arriving here.

So I continue to look up asking unlimited questions of the heavens and myself.

Trying to understand what if anything I have learned.

Awaiting the arrival of the sun and my opportunity to return home.

Knowing in my heart, that time is yet to transpire.

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