Summer Waitin’ and Hopin’
And I’ve been waiting in the weeds
Waiting in the Weeds by The Eagles
Waiting for my time to come around again and
Hope is floating on the breeze
Summer is fickle.
Isn’t it?
Like a summer breeze.
Waitin’and hopin’.
Merry-go-rounds.
Ferris wheels.
Bumper cars.
Water balloons.
Make us feel like kids again.
Strolls on boardwalks.
Gazin’ at stars.
Love feels everywhere.
Doesn’t it?
Breezes come and go.
Love ebbs and flows.
Summer’s here
and then it’s gone.
Waitin’ and hopin’
for love to come around.
Sometimes it does,
and sometimes it doesn’t.
Waitin’ and hopin’.
Waitin’ til next time.
Floatin’ on hope.
Countin’ the days.
When the world seems to stop.
Waitin’ and hopin’ reminds us:
To listen to our hearts.
To rest in the stillness of a starry night.
Time keeps movin’.
Another summer will come.
Only you feel the intensity of hope – a glimmer of the what if?
Reflections, Poems, and Prayers on Estrangement, including The 8 Stages, by Nadia Crane
This summer,
May you seize the moment in your waitin’.
May you swirl and twirl with hope.
Let your heart feel like a candy apple,
Soft, gooey, and sweet.
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