This blessing—
attentive to your urgency
attending to your heartfelt plea
to expedite the process
removing all said barriers
between you
and what it is you long for.
For your present situation
is a summer’s day
spent idling in traffic
heat waves rising up from asphalt
burnt sun beating down
fumes displacing all the oxygen
while a Sunday driver fancies
turning left that day
on green.
It is a monumental feat
this daily multi-task
in which you internally implode
while remaining* externally intact
lest you expose the lie
that in the waiting
you are doing nothing useful
In this never-ending queue
it is easy to forget
every other soul before
who also balked
at the precipice of promise
staring down the jagged cliff
rather than across.
Like that desert day
when thirst threatened
Moses’ steely grip—
Did it slip?
the stick he struck
waiting at the rock
for the water that was promised.
Or did impatience conjure up
a wretched false belief
that the only timeline
worth considering
was his own.
Sarah barren ninety years,
Hagar conceives by morning’s tide.
Issac toils fourteen years to wed,
David takes that hour a brother’s bride.
All this madness caused by
How? and When? and Why?
when true north
is someone else’s life.
What if
against your own volition
God grasps your trembling hand
and draws you up a mountain
where all there is to do is bask
in a newly obtained vantage point.
Perhaps up there
a tiny dot
in frozen air
impatience has no choice
but to concede to reverence.
