Be Still

At times I don’t know that He hears me.

Sometimes I don’t know that He’s tried.

Most times I realize that I’m just pacing

asking, “Why?” “Why?” “Why?”

Perhaps since I keep asking the same questions

I just don’t like the answers,

Perhaps I’m pretending not to hear

the whispers

entering through my core

not the ears

Most times I want Him to scream, “Go!”

Instead I hear, “Be still.”

Patience comes with persistence

to work at it everyday, lest my will

to remain still

may slowly ebb away.