I stare at this blank page
and await the words to fill the space
between the lines
Searching for the meaning behind my trials
But this pen is often idle
when it comes to reason
And so a season of needing lingers
A longing to render my harvest before it succumbs to the harshness
of Winter
I have entered this place of The Unknown
Although, not on my own
I still find it hard to handle
seeing the candle
flicker in the distance
Yet being so distant
and not knowing the road to travel to keep it lit
Will it's wick diminish
before I can finish my quest?
It's a test of Faith I suppose
Only God knows
my intended destination
I take it Patience is my answer.
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