If I could be more like you—
Graciously flexible
With every gust of wind
With every drop of rain
Yet stubbornly confident
Being in your right and proper place
Knowing where you should be
Here
And when you should be
Now
And never being elsewhere
Future or past
Near or far
And always
Faithfully
Growing, changing
Aging without complaint
And somehow always willing
To let go
Of that which is finished
And patiently trusting
That which is yet to come
Will come
In the right and proper time
No need to rush
No need to worry
No need at all
