She wanders, heart empty, through libraries, books-
Seeking and searching, taste words found in nooks.
Another day lived, as her soul is struck thin,
Feels her way through, wondering where to begin.
Step back and you watch her, confusion and grin-
Your own life is halted, interruptions within.
Orderly patterns, the American way-
Keeps dreaming in check, plan your life, plan your day.
This creature before you, seems lost and confused,
Poor soul needs some coaching, some wisdom to use.
And you, so helpful, you’re way sets things right-
Strategy and planning mask conviction and might.
Glimpse life without judgment, expecting what’s real.
Leave room for your heart, glimpse wide without shield.
Step forth and approach an open new gate-
Move boldly in, to prepared fertile blessed fate.
Your God who created you, knew you’d be here-
Placed hazel eyed Jennifer where you would be near.
No plan you envisioned nor life had you planned
Could stop this unfolding, the work of His hand.