No. 28 - The Weight of Waiting

Scales balanced

Eyes turned

To the value

Market learned:

Compare the subtle leanings

Ensnared in double meanings

Entirely believing

This is fair

That is until the balance beamed

And all I’d earned

Was of no worth

In sight of awe and majesty

What little did he make of me

Who is he that can redeem

The weight of all my waiting

Photo by Nick Sungenis