You’re not behind, you’re not too late,
The moon reminds you: trust the wait.
The waxing moon has seen your pace,
And honors effort—not the race.

You don’t need every answer now,
Be patient— faith will show you how.
Let flowing winds reshape your view,
For change will carve a path for you.

The bats that soar in winding flight
Are messengers of hidden might.
You’re in the build, the sacred rise—
The moment just before you fly.