Just read this poem today. It kind of just fell onto lap literally.
As in I went to the library and picked up this book on photography, (am prepping for my shoot with a really good photographer on Thursday), and this poem was scribbled on a piece of paper just laying there waiting for me to pick it up and read… I think my guides have sent it down for meWaiting
Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.
I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.
Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.
What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it hath sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.