Middles are Messy.
In any Great Work of Art,
My God, the dust, the pounding, the breaking...
A Butterfly in the making,
Nothing but a cocoon full of goo...
On Day Three, probably looked more like Madness than Method...
We short circuit our Beginnings,
We get stuck in the uncomfortable 'In-Betweens'
of what's been "Authored" and what will be "Finished",
the Work Begun and the Work Completed...
Our Belief stalls out on Day Three,
Stopping short of the Rest awaiting us on Day Seven,
We draw conclusions before all the data is in,
While there are still Three Days to go...
The Execution of a Great Plan
- One for Peace, and not Evil,
For Hope and a Future -
Sometimes takes more than five minutes,
More than our minute attention spans allow for,
And we abort our Beginnings
Before they have a chance to Begin...
Breathe through this Middle
God is the Alpha and the Omega
The Beginning and the End...
Let Him also be Lord
"Trust Me; I know the Plans I have for you: Plans for Peace and not Evil, Plans to Prosper you, and not to harm you, Plans to give you Hope and a Future."