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Poetry: In the Middle of Not Yet by Monica Copeland

We sit waiting for the “next” in our lives,

Pondering when, where, who, what, and why?

Remembering promises of soon, in a little while, but doubting it will ever come.

What makes us doubt?

Is it fear, hurt, forgetfulness, or impatience?

These things can grip us, paralyze, and stunt the “soon to come.”

Readiness, Preparation, Wisdom, and Knowledge hover above our heads, 

waiting to drop in and 




Are we good hosts or oblivious to the path of arrival and what it requires?

Hmm, Ah, Oh, is what we say when the epiphany pops up in our view 

to make the muddy waters clear.

Now is the time, soon is right now, and the next journey will soon begin!

3 comments on "Poetry: In the Middle of Not Yet by Monica Copeland"
  1. Wow I love this poem. It makes me think of a spiritual awakening and a realization of one's power and purpose. Great job Monica. Keep writing I want to read more.

  2. Very empowering! Your poem made me ponder my next journey... Great job!!