"Be still my heart; thou has known worse than this."
Homer
Truly, time is but an illusion. It can powerfully strike like a bolt of lightening or drip slowly like molasses from a spoon. Patience is required whether the minutes are fast or slow. We cannot yet fathom what awaits before us, but we yearn to run and grow. Trust is a necessity throughout the seemingly unbearable ebb and flow.
Perhaps we are growing, seeking escape from whatever holds us captive. The need for resolution clouds our vision and accumulating stress ramps up our energy. We are silently asked to sit and not yet go. We can hear ourselves screaming for want to run and escape, no longer emotionally able to sit and grow old.
Stuck within the cocoon of time, we begin to feel slight movement. Perhaps it is a mere nudge, but hope is coming our way. The distant spark of light is widening, and a new path opens before us. With a sense of new found joy, we are thankful for our entrapment while Divine Spirit paved our way.
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