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it will come

that is what i tell myself

as i open my eyes to first light

as i heat a cup of morning tea

as i chase children downstairs

and lunchboxes into backpacks

i feel it following behind me

trying to make its way in

this thing that is coming

it will come

i know as i listen to the sounds of

religion and faith in my ears

and watch birds fly across the sky

on my morning commute

it watches me from hidden hedges

and rounded turns

or in the spoken word of poet or preacher

this thing that is coming

it will come 

this is what i believe

as i march each day into

the office of 8:00 am- 4:00 pm

peacefully biding my time with

monetary affairs 

the hints and reminders coming

from a stolen peek of inspiration

people kind, but blissfully unaware

of this thing that is coming.

it will come

i find it in quiet stolen moments

in the dim lit light of the monitor

after the children set to bed

it coaxes me to stay with it 

until the midnight hour passes

stay with me

be with me

believe in me

i have gotten you this far and

i am coming

this thing that is coming

i can feel its breath on my back

the caress of its promise 
it appears in the form of 
the words and the photographs
of those who have let it in
it makes its way to me through
unknown channels, reminding me

if i keep it close

keep believing

keep reaching

keep moving step by step

and never really let it go

it will come.