Beneath the Door

I do not understand and I cannot see the beautiful future in store for me. In your workshop you bring your plan to life: completely unique - perfect inherently. Handmade for each of us. Being so small, my patience is not sustaining - Sitting beneath your door, trying to hold back my complaining. There are times that I knock... Many times I stare at the clock. "Be still." "Be Patient" " I am doing my work" I hear these statements. Your soft, asserted instruction. Like an antidote and a tired hymn Confident in Your ability. Fearful of the ambiguity. In this moment I become weary. My thoughts dance and chase. So many things that I worry will appear - and I sit here.