If I could meet this moment

I want to meet this moment.   I want it to come and to pour. I am prizing the way the Lord is arranging the underscore.     I want to be here for this garden.  

I want to nurture.  I want to rest and Not regress. To be in stride.  In the Colors

In the Time.

Why this waiting?  

And why this halt?  
The job that seemed so almost.  
The life that wants to froth
That almost seems to come on top.  

But you have a plenty  
You have the Overflow.  
We are in your overflow  
Beside the hardship, the pressure. The moments that seem like a hallway.    
You are bringing us plenty  
You want us to be positioned.  

To be shown.

Nephty’s Prize and my deciding