Enough

In the midst of all confusion, you are here and that is enough.  Though doubts and fears and the unknown rule the day, you are here and that is enough. 

When angers and frustrations and wonderings of why appear and rub the wounds, you are here and that is enough.  

Enough to quell the spells of evil and its desires to deviate your ways.  Enough to satisfy each need to grieve and cry and let down the guards of desperate searching for the answers that do not readily seem apparent but which are always in your control.  

Enough is the cradle of your arms each time it is a touch that must do, to ease the cringe of disdain and the blank stare of misunderstanding.  

Enough are your words and ways, when solutions find no partner in comprehension and place themselves well beyond what is known or perceived without your eyes to see.  

Relinquish, then, my will and desires to know on my own or in my time your plans and designs, your timings and methods, and every perfected intention, and trust that your words are true, today and tomorrow as they have been on every yesterday.