Whimsy in the waiting.
Magic in the moment.
Majesty in the mundane.
When patience is waning.
And the world seems hell-bent.
The choices remain.
To succumb to complaining.
Or perhaps cry lament.
These days did God ordain?
Yet with hearts of thanksgiving
We persevere till we’re spent
Knowing there’s eternal gain.
We’ll choose to keep dancing.
Our eyes with a glint.
This sacred grace we won’t profane.
Whimsy in the waiting.
Magic in the moment.
Majesty in the mundane.
Rebekah Diaddigo 