Fractured

Fractured

Waiting for the good thing

Must believe it will happen

We hold each other up

Held back in the process

Inaction

Resignation

We think the hand of heaven

Will open up for us

Eventually

And so we wait

Endlessly

On “Gods Good Time”

But you see

I know the truth

I know who I AM

The hand that must open

To create change

It is my own hand

Creations connections

What we are together

Nothing moves

Or gets created

In my life

Without my first steps

And my belief

And with this movement

That which is

Can move toward me

Synchronicity happens

But not without my action