While awaiting bloom, the buds of a magnolia tree
will keep all through winter. So too will most
satellite dishes, churches, governments and tools
for felling. A lost love can last a lifetime, the
happiness of becoming yourself stays with you till
you die. Snow falls, years accumulate, the habit of
love grows in you unseen. And Being, as they say,
comes to those who wait. Beside the cold doors of
that locked room where you once prayed, and then,
in the midst of living, forgot.

©2023 Niall Cunningham