Poetry I love. This is the Advent of Midlife by Mary Anne Perrone

I am no longer waiting for a special occasion;
I burn the best candles on ordinary days.

I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean;
I fill it with people who understand that even dust is sacred.

I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me;
It’s just not their task.

I am no longer waiting for the perfect children;
My children have their own names that burn as brightly as any star.

I am no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop;
It already did, and I survived.

I am no longer waiting for the time to be right;
The time is always now.

I am no longer waiting for the mate who will complete me;
I am grateful to be so warmly, tenderly held.

I am no longer waiting for a quiet moment;
My heart can be stilled whenever it is called.

I am no longer waiting for the world to be at peace;
I unclench my grasp and breathe peace in and out.

I am no longer waiting to do something great;
Being awake to carry my grain of sand is enough.

I am no longer waiting to be recognised;
I know that I dance in a holy circle.

I am no longer waiting for forgiveness.
I believe, I believe.

— Mary Anne Perrone