Swimming there beneath the sea
he wonders what he’s meant to be;
for I’m so small and others great,
at times it hurts so much to wait.
He dreams someday of open seas,
of grandeur and of majesty;
but I’m so small and others great,
I cannot seem to bear to wait.
“How shall I grow and be as them?”
he muses as he daily swims,
for I’m so small and they’re so great
to miss the treasures in the “wait.”
For as he swims he grows each day;
the swimming is the maker’s way
to slowly change the small to great.
You see, there really is no wait.
|Dimensions||H 14 in|
West Texas Juniper and Black Mesquite