In the shadows.
Disconnected and just out of reach
Tendrils of doubt threaten to overgrow, overthrow faith in the plan.
What if waiting is wasted?
Bullet train time ticks and wrinkled hands tell truths of age,
Threatening to catch me when my eyes are turned away from the next obstacle in the path

Patience

Caution on the teetering stones
Step into the swirls
And remember
You are His.