Be patient with the you
You haven’t met
Even when they don’t exist yet
We rush ourselves to expectation
And completion every season
Did the infant
Not develop in womb
Do wounds
not take time to heal
Is it absurd
To expect the sun
To rise on a whim
How then do we always
Accelerate our lives
To be something, someone
Who is no more beautiful
Than what God made
Right now
~Written By: Virgenal Owens
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