It was unseen.
The waiting on God.
The time spent.
The listening.
No tweets, status updates.
No 'look at me world'
Just plodding by slowly.
Slowly, so slowly.
It was unseen and steady
She longed for the depths.
Walking, and talking
Speaking out prayers.
Learning to listen.
No seeking the glory,
In the unseen.
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