He is wise and steady, where I am anxious and wavering. You’ve just got to live it, see it out. Those days. those hours. I am blessed. I know this. With so much. And because I am so blessed, that is, there is food and warmth and shelter and meaningful work, I have time to think like this. And dream and hope. And yet there is still greyness and disappointment. I just have to keep on, keeping on. That’s all. Until my rest.
