Wait

I will wait here for you until you come
At such a time as you can be with me
And be content with nothing as the sum
Of what I know of hope and destiny
The sole exception being my knowing
My heart and feeling the feelings within

I feel the hope of destiny growing

Though all I know of what might be called real
Is just this hope of destiny I feel
Still this is enough for me to begin
We only have beginning anyway
With every heartbeat life begins again
And when the end comes then no one can say

Then only the works of our hands remain
When the spirit is far away from here
Yet never more present never more near
Because it is ever and always now
In cross-dimensional immediacy
Where spirits like thoughts will always be free

And we will be together then somehow

+Steven Curtis Lance



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