Patience, baby...

Vision becomes clearer
Purpose comes nearer
But still shrouded in grey
Not to be known today
Patience serves well
While waiting for it to tell
Where I go from here
Whether far or near
What destiny holds
I do not know

So I wait.

Kids

From joy to despair in the space of a stumble
One moment pure freedom, the next nothing but trouble
The suddenness of it as painful as the result
Their laughter and smiles akin to adding salt
But healing takes no time
those who mocked are forgotten
And joy once again runs freely.