waiting in the wings

this isn’t the time for new beginningsnot the hour for fresh starts or even minor revisions on major scales or to do things by thirds or to kill birds with one stone or two for we are not from the same feather nor do we flock together for I am Me and you are You

No now is not the time to try and start again to turn over a new leaf, page or frown. For we are still headed up the mountain not yet over the solid slate laden peak we are not at the stage to tread the boards we’re still waiting in the wings.

I’m still dealing with repentance not ready to release and sing.