Tuesday, May 18, 2010

I Wait

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Three hours early for the 7 am flight
Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.

What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it hath sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.

~ from Waiting by John Burroughs

6 comments:

witsandnuts said...

You were so intimidating there! Hahaha. Who took your photo?

Angeli said...

my boyfriend took it. that's how i normally look, actually. hahahah

Anonymous said...

that definitely is the look of a travel-snob. :)

Angeli said...

it was the spilled coffee, honey. hahaha

Agnes said...

Angeli? I love that photo :-)

Angeli said...

hahaha. thanks, agnes.

 
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