The cry of creation has reached the ears of
the Almighty, he has not ignored this plea.
He waits....
He waits with a patience beyond understanding.
A leaf struggles in it's dryness not enjoying the green
to red of lifespan almost spent.
The flower beckons spring as it waits to burst forth
from a pod that is a temporary prison.
The sky vexes itself giving way to a storm more mighty
than it's own atmosphere.
The lightning struggles forth binding its strength to reconsider
another, due to pressure.
A star must wait it's turn to shine forth brilliance to the
naked eye of man, when clouds decide to cover.
The cold of winter yields to hail deciding it wants heat
to carve it's path.
A snow flake gives another pattern never repeating from
before what the Almighty wants anew.
The rainbow strains to bear itself full color due to
sunlight and water not shaking hands.
Does the joey want to leave his pouch knowing
the struggle of maturity, or does he dream of jumping
higher than the rhyme of cow and moon?
We wait... It waits... He waits for us all...
the manifestation of the sons of God...complete.

Looking up and loving the learning process! Kelly in Dallas
Inspired by Romans 8:19