Ready

For every nameless

and faceless

fond memory

I smile and ask

why did I have to

practice and learn

from you?



Why did I have to

stumble through

each moment?

and fumble my way

around so many

awkward silences,

stutter or articulately

say the wrong things?

Be shackled by

circumstance,

beaten by others

and by myself?



When all I ever

wanted was for

it to be good,

great, and perfect?



Each nameless void

brings her lessons

to bear onto my

consciousness,

each one God's

teacher, weaving

steel into my fabric.



For the faceless

and nameless,

known or unknown,

you stalk me

from the rooms

and the sidewalks.

as I wind through

the crowd and

soldier on.



I know its the same

for each of these

voids, and so it will

be for her.

At some point,

all the scarring

lessons will not

be for

naught.



For without these,

both would never

be ready for the

other.



Until that point,

may you continue

to grow and

be what God

meant you to be.



And when we finally

cross, I guarantee

I'll be ready.