A Poem

by Rebekah Oragwu

psalm 25:5
here’s a thing that I know:
it hasn’t always been like this
and it will not always be
like this.
 
and I know
‘there’s a season for everything’
and i know
‘it came to pass'
 
but why does it
come to pass
so slowly?
and why did it come at all?
and i want to skip the season of sickness
and self-doubt and sin and struggle
(i am from long beach
and why shouldn’t sunshine
last forever?)
 
i know
 
youwillneverleavemenorforsakeme
yourwaysareabovemyways
you’reworkingittogetherformygood
 
but here’s what i don’t quite know:
 
how to trust you always
how to accept what is
how to rest
when there is so much to mend
 
how to wait
 
how to wait.
 
God of all time,
Lord of each stillness,
Breath of my heart,
 
(selah)
 
teach me the patience of an egg
before it hatches, the hope
of an acorn
before it sprouts, the peace
of a winter
before it springs;
 
teach me to be soft
and still (as death
to myself)
in my Maker’s
loving hand. 
 
yes,
lead me in Thy truth
and teach me!
 
for Thou art the God
of my salvation;
on Thee
 
do I wait
all the day.