When We Wait (Www) Poem by JESUROBOOWIE GIFT IMAFIDON

We labor with so much ado,
even when there is nothing much to do!
The fear of The cruelty of the night unknown
also triggers the hiccups daily known,
our minds can see evil dangling around to hew.
Like a high tension cable, the anxiety brews
causing a panic with a feverish flu
before we realized we can go without the food
to hear the still voice that sets the mood.
Waiting for patience to give the cue
Then the vision becomes clearer,
The dreams get truer,
And the goal comes nearer,

While we wait.