Words that arrive unannounced,
honest and unplanned.
This has never happened before,
me, late? I never knew that door,
I plan ahead, I always do,
nothing slips, I see it through.
I leave before the clock says go,
late arrivals? Never. No.
Every turn mapped in my head,
every step already read.
Yet I lost the time, I lost the way,
rushed and stumbled through the day,
no breath, no pause, just endless haste,
every moment gone to waste.
Back and forth, I couldn't see,
the road that should have come to me,
lost my north, forgot my south,
doubt and panic, hand to mouth.
Then quietly, I found my place,
arrived, flustered, but by grace,
and in that stillness, soft and slow,
something in me said, you know.
One breath. One pause. That's all it took,
one moment just to stop and look,
I got there, yes, but Lord I see,
I make it hard unnecessarily.
It's written. All of it. Each line.
Your place, your path, your perfect time.
Slow down, dear soul, no need to race,
breathe, and watch it fall in place.