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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