Not Until

The dry bean yet hopeful seed is immersed
Into mother water and rejoices
To swell up pregnant with life soon to burst

No one can win an argument with fate

The water boiled soothingly and surprised
The bean instead before it realized

One might be early another one late
But no one will ever know until when
What happens happens and not until then

To make sense of why things are as they are
It helps to think about this "not until"
And wonder if chances could be choices

(That there is no sense to make of is far
More than most know or than most ever will)

+Steven Curtis Lance



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