My kingdom
Planted Beneath the high desert soil
Tucked into the old neighboring hood
“Come” I beckon
Unknowingly knowing you’re near
Years pass
relentlessly tending
Waiting
I pine
Impatiently patient
witnessing watching noticing…
I hum the only bit I know
“Grow”
I whisper under my breath
“Patience”
I plead
“Where are you my king?”
the stars answer, with a wink in the sky and when I talk to the moon It hushes my heart a sweet lullaby
The sun says “nothing” and burns the days time
-time-
a path to grace
A safe space
a sigh of faith
A breath filled of hope
I find a door
I open it.
You stand.
smile.
Expecting.
My kingdom.