This is a poem I wrote somewhat out of the blue during one of my secret tranquil moments. I was looking around and noticed how the seasons were changing; how pruned trees were growing back, how an impossible situation (a white sapote tree-also figuratively) was showing signs of life again, and the realization dawned on me that time does pass, and there comes a moment when you linger on that point and notice. You notice grace. Your faith deepens as you know you can hope in restoration.

As I listen to this at this time, and release it now, it hits much differently than when I first wrote it. Almost as though it's aged like fine wine. In the sense that, I wrote this months ago, then, when I recorded it, it felt like it was 'it's time', then there was doubt and fear again, and moments where I felt as though it wasn't true, that I was still a matter of riptides within, and so that is why it's maturity now is ripe for I am in a place of stillness I haven't known before. That sharing it now, resonates as the right time. Yet, I am humbled by the process of it all. For there will be a storm tomorrow and I will always be reminded of my need for the Lord, as the waves will rip and I will be torn and thrown around, and it is in that pursuit of 'being still and knowing God' that my standing on the Rock is strengthened. I am not always steady, yet God is, though I can find my way to the secret place and there I find solace.