Reflection
Wait for the Ripening
When the time is ripe
the vision will come.
When the heart is ready
the fruit will appear.
When the soul is mature
the harvest will happen.
Not to worry about all the unspoken,
the unnamed, the undelivered.
Not to hurry the sprouts out of the seeds,
the weeds out of the garden.
Let it all grow.
Wait for the ripening,
yearn for the yielding if you must,
but be patient,
trust the process.
Talk to the restlessness,
sit with the confusion,
dance with the paradoxes,
and sip tea with the angel of life.
Smile while you wait,
empty basket in hand,
all too eager to snatch the produce
of your spiritual path.
Joyce Rupp
