Tonight I speak to you.
I am certain that your ears will taste my earnest cry and shed light upon this vacancy within me.
Each waking day I feel newness anchor
And settle within my soul like saplings in the earth.
Little by little these roots gain strength and plant themselves deeper into the soil.
I long to bare fruit and feel the sun upon my face like you said I should;
I long to share my rewards.
But harvest is not come.