O God, what’s taking so long?
It seems like forever.

I know, I know:
patience
is a virtue,
it builds character …
but don’t I have enough already?
Character, that is;
not patience —
there’s plenty of room
for improvement
in that category,
I know, I know.

But I’m tired
of waiting
and wondering
and wishing.
Something’s gotta give.
Doesn’t it?
Preferably
not me.

This chews at me
like fleas
on a dog.
And no matter
how hard I try,
I still scratch.
Which only
makes it worse.

When you’re up against
an insoluble problem,
“give it to God,”
they say.

Whoever
they
are.

They aren’t me,
that’s for sure.

I’m more inclined
to throw myself
on the floor,
kick my feet,
and yell:
“O God, what’s taking so long?!”
just like I’m doing.
Except for the kicking,
but that may happen
any day now.

So what is the hold up?
Why the delay?
Is it a test
of my faith;
whether I can
move mountains?

So far
I’m batting zero
on that front.

Or is it a challenge
to see if I trust
enough
to believe
that all will be well…..
in the end?

That’s tough to imagine
especially now.

Instead,
let me quote the Psalmist
who, in a similar situation,
called out to You:
“Let me see justice
in the land of the living.”

Or, in modern translation:
“O God, what’s taking so long?!”

I’m sitting here
scratching.