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
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.