I must wait, I know,
for God…
…but my impatience
is growing
and entertaining
the ramblings of yesterday’s fantasies;
they have become once again
tempting
inviting
lingering –
for perhaps if I play
in the land of the overcome
I will feel again…
That thought,
in itself,
is an impulsive notion,
a foolish wish,
seducing my weakness…
…then I return
to knowing…
…to truly feel
I must wait,
for God.