I’m a balloon full of air 

A robust, colorful one hoping to get somewhere 

I’m a cup of hot coffee waiting for a cold, tired soul in the morning 

A Kristin Hannah or Jack London novel, eager to bring somebody out of the boring

I’m an empty stomach at breakfast 

A warm biscuit on the verge of crumbling 

My stomach is rumbling

A rain cloud waiting to release some mist 

I’m sitting, hanging right here

A saint’s prayer 

Hoping to fill a bowl 

I’m at the start line with an ambitious goal 

Life is beginning 

I’m hopeful that my team is winning 

I’m a child on Christmas Eve 

I can’t sleep 

I’m an azalea bush on the edge of spring 

I am an hour glass tipped upside down 

Most of my sand is on the top half 

I’m the start of the joke, before a big belly laugh

It’s good to be here 

But how much longer?

My heart is inflated 

Life is a dash

Feels like I’ve waited 

Among my favorite things 

I hope this isn’t disappointing 

I’m a mustard seed 

There’s a kernel of faith and a drop of compassion

Hope is all of these 

How much longer till it happens?

Hear me, Lord, as I plead