by Debra Wendt
The unexpected
intendent
remaining long
wandering far
if ever dismayed –
so near the flickering hope
the unseen known
so much awaits –
is it time?
We have plans;
waiting is a whirlwind of
disordered motion.
Clarity arrives in stillness;
it is faith strong
knowledge deep
certain –
as a calmed wind.
Debra Wendt was raised and educated in Wisconsin. As a teacher she wrote educational articles and textbooks. Her poems have appeared in Agape Review, The Penwood Review, The Clayjar Review, Solid Food Press, Torrid Literature Journal and TheStoryteller. Read more of her work at www.debrawendt.com
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