Little Thought

Oh hang in there little thought; little thing; barest hint of an idea. I hardly dare sigh for fear you'll slip away to nothing before ever I have a chance to grasp your hand in mine.

I have waited for you - so long that I grieved and cursed that dull, persistent hope that ever held my heart and mind in thrall.

I don't quite believe in you yet. I don't quite believe in my ability to breathe you into being. This is such a madly perilous journey to have embarked upon with seeing eyes. 

I sit here still and quiet; waiting yet.

Grace In Small Things: 9 of 365

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5. See above. Really, if all goes well, this one could pretty much cover the whole damn year.