I think when your time comes everything just falls into place…
And that time can be long in coming.
Candles lit in anticipation, can burn to the ground,
but the hope can be like a woman
who just can’t make up her mind.
It’s heart-breaking when we look at the glass
and moan because it’s half-empty;
there are far too many, dying and thirsty,
while we are wallowing in self-pity.
Nobody has it all figured out…
so while the candle burns and you squirm because life feels like hell ,
lift up your hands and hold the candle still,
because that’s where hope really dwells.