imperfect as the world is
it moves with flawed grace
life is undeniably full of bizarre hope
come what may
Every day, every week, it all counts. Waiting for something to finally happen, waiting for someone to finally arrive into our lives can be trying. When we're in grade school, turning 10 means double digits. When we're in our tweens, we can't wait to be teenagers. Can't wait to go to college . . . our first real job . . . apartment . . . our only love . . .
In waiting mode, we can't focus so much on the waiting. All we can do is take a deep breath, appreciate the present . . . come what may.
Because every moment counts.
