Destiny

"What shall we do in the heat of summer

But wait in the heat of summer for another October?

Some malady is coming upon us. We wait, we wait

And the saints and martyrs wait for those who shall be

martyrs and saints.

Destiny waits in the hand of God, shaping the still unshapen..."

--Chorus of Women (T.S. Eliot. Murder in the Cathedral p 13)

Wait, wait, wait for the ending:

it must be happy, otherwise, why do we suffer

or endure the suffering?

I am more than dust! my spirit cries.

You are more than dust! his spirit answers.

Wait, wait, wait. Wait for the ending.