Epiphany

Uncertainty certainly fills the air,
Of what, for whom, and often where,
The tide rolls low or heavens break,
The rain arrives, abrupt, awake.

At last it shines for you, or yours,
A simple glimpse of what affords,
The tiny wonder, ever once,
Behold the jest, he laughs as much,

And wait for time, and times to be,
As what, or how, you wish to see,
Yes live and live, alive, alive,
You have but one thing to survive.

Your mind, your heart, your soul of sorts,
It rains, it pours, the plenty stores,
Of mighty power grows within you,
Changing paths where none direct to,

The way, the truth, the sum of parts,
Of how you might, and should be smart,
The best of you, the best of me,
Comes sprightly in epiphany.