Will Be

Wait

.

.

.

I wasn’t finished yet

For you to clear away my pain

The weight of a

Cargo loaded freight

Train

Coming, coming, coming

Up my way

Locomotive

Crazy for the chosen

Ways we choose

To be

I was holding

onto the sense of knowing

That love,

That love,

That love

will show me

That all

Ways of being

And honoring yourself

Allow compassion

and grace To be Extended

Past the form

Past the borders of self

and hold

everything is, and was, and will be