It started not like this
It was supposed to be another entry
Yet my hands cannot contain excitement
I want what I cannot have
Yet everything I need has been provided
I am waiting for the window to open
For the office to lose its glass ceiling
Looking for something more than just relationship
I am looking past the Face of God for something more
My perceptions are not the same
And yet my desires have only grown more so
It did not start out like this
And yet I am here wanting more
I guess that this is the way things go
They tell me that I look different
Yet nothing on me has changed
Who knows what next the grace I will receive
Only I know that something soon He brings
I see the way our world is changing
Land and water scrape and the hurt
The heart has even wanted to return
And you and I are closer still
I guess that even now our steps are ordered
And that you will protect us as you know
I guess that the green sweater does go with the yellow shirt
And wrinkles are now accepted as a cause for celebration
This happens to be the part where I say goodnight
Where I walk into the blanket
Where the pillow lands on my head and gives pause to the sounds
Each day
Each hour
Each minute
This moment will never come again
I look forward to this piece of peace
I guess that I too should no longer be left waiting
For the moon shines within my room this night
Leaving me guessing that tomorrow is the day you will fulfill your promise
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