Dear Moses, i know you were born for me the exact minute i groan for rescue. where are you? i could not feel you. i am now in desperate need of even your breath. i can't imagine the world without you. i talked to you. i reached out for you. my heart cried out loud day after day. i waited for the healing hand from you. have you heard me? i wait, and wait... for you to show me the way. You uttered finally,"you are my art. Art needs patience. Being patient means returning me the privilege to shape and complete you." I learned.