Waiting, by John Burroughs

Serene, I fold my hands and wait,

Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;

I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,

For, lo! my own shall come to me.

I stay my haste, I make delays,

For what avails this eager pace?

I stand amid the eternal ways,

And what is mine shall know my face.

Asleep, awake, by night or day,

The friends I seek are seeking me;

No wind can drive my bark astray,

Nor change the tide of destiny.

What matter if I stand alone?

I wait with joy the coming years;

My heart shall reap where it hath sown,

And garner up its fruit of tears.

The waters know their own and draw

The brook that springs in yonder height;

So flows the good with equal law

Unto the soul of pure delight.

The stars come nightly to the sky;

The tidal wave unto the sea;

Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,

Can keep my own away from me.

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not alone

My source of peace and strength during this time has been the understanding that I am Known. My heart - my struggles and my hurts - are understood and ordained by my Creator. The One who made, and holds in His hands, the stars and planets, also takes my journey with me, and gives me the guidance and wisdom I so desperately need in my darkest hours. He is my Mother and Father when they are nowhere to be found. He is my Protector when I feel exposed. He is my Provider when I am lacking. He is my Lover when I am unlovable. When I am nothing, He is the I AM.

I've got another Man, but He's a Spirit.

smoking makes me feel like shit

I think it's time to quit.

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