08/11/2025
⏳ Waiting and Time
Time… ah, time is a silent river.
It doesn’t flow faster because you shout,
nor slower because you plead.
Waiting… is like the soul’s delivery room.
Inside it, answers without a face are born,
and dreams that haven’t yet dared
to open their eyes begin to bloom.
Some waits are tender—
like the ripening of fruit,
like the awakening of a garden.
And some waits ache,
because the clock seems to mock
while the heart cries out.
Time can be a gentle friend,
healing wounds without asking permission,
or a silent thief,
stealing days from those who never moved.
Waiting is not folding your arms.
It’s stitching tomorrow with today’s threads,
watering the seed before you see the sprout,
walking in the dark trusting
that the sun knows when to rise.
Time is a teacher.
Waiting, a discipline.
And together…
they teach us that nothing precious
arrives before its time,
but everything that is true…
will come.
💪🫂🙇♀️
