Serene I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for the wind, tide or 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 with 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 winds 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 has sown
And garner up its fruits of tears.
Messages from the Universe are delivered in the most unexpected ways. Wonder and magic are all around us, if only we can slow down long enough to allow ourselves to be aware of it. I was tidying up my desk this morning and inadvertently stopped to read this beautiful poem which just happened to be on a page of ephemera lying there. It's especially meaningful to me at this moment in time.
I know with unwavering certainty that all is indeed very well.