I wait …

I wait with bated breath …
for a wish to rub the sleep from its eyes
and for a dream to take its first gasp of life

I wait with faith in my heart and hope in my soul
for the melting of the wintry cold
and the promise of spring sunshine

I wait with impatience …
and sometimes with patience …
for the passing of the long midnight
and the slow magenta of the dawn

And though hope is sometimes crushed …
and dreams sometimes falter …

I wait …
because sometimes it’s all that I can do

— Dave Young

Dave Young

A fallen man … a broken man … a man rescued by a ruthless, relentless love.

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