Promise
Out of a hurricane; of enigmatic visions and daydreams. Drenched and seeking salvation, I stumbled upon some hope.
A thought. A thought process. An idea… A seedling of promise; in the wake of the aftermath.
And I planted that seed, deep into the dirt of my mind.
With a draft on paper, I watered and nurtured it. Fertilizer made from a scribble here, and a scribble there. With constructive criticism, I pruned it. Eradicated with haste the thorns of negativity which sprung forth.
And I turned to the Father.
Imploring him to bestow my little seed, with soil, fertile, to embrace my insight. Showers that would quench its thirst. To spring forth a herb, that would bring forth life. Not just for me, but would resemble a family tree. That shoots up to become, a beanstalk of success. Way up in the clouds of excellence.
A lifetime journey. A true success story.
