When I was younger I wrote a lot of poetry. It was a way of expressing myself without anyone knowing I was talking about 'me.' There are poems I often ponder from decades ago, but they still carry a punch. I would like to share one here that I trust will
encourage you. Read it more than once - let it sink in:
ONLY WAIT
Oft there comes a gentle whisper o'er me stealing,
When my trials or my burdens seem too great,
Like the sweet voiced bells of evening softly pealing,
It is saying to my spirit "Only Wait."