Maybe, I thought, out walking in the late afternoon thickness of day…
Maybe, just consider it Lisa, there’s a change coming, a shift you’ve been seeking.
Maybe, you’ve been so offended by being overlooked, over corrected and over reacted to
that you’ve not thought to notice the possibility, the maybe of this time.
Maybe, I thought, out walking in the dull empty summer air, there’s a shift occurring,
one you’ve worked for
one you need.
Count it joy, not maybe; but surely…these various trials of my faith are producing something that can’t be shaken.