In my deep exhales, as I erase the fears creeping up, I remember the promise. The promise that says every day I am here. I don’t make myself known. I’m in the shadows. I’m watching and waiting to see when and where I fit. I fill your cup as needed. I’m on the unsteady, choppy waters. I’m in the waiting room. I’m in the food you eat, the water you drink. I’m in the trips you take and the decisions you make.
In the world
I May be dismayed
But with You
At the helm
I’m restored
For with faith
Earth bows
Down to its Maker
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