Before

 Before He Arrives

I've built a life

he may never fit into - 

and that's the point.

Before he arrives,

I've grown roots.

I've found joy in quiet mornings,

strength in solitude,

wholeness in my own name.

He won't be the reason I rise -

but if he rises too,

he can walk beside me,

Not ahead.

Not behind.

Beside.

~@Silent poet