Why is patience so hard

Sitting still, contentment is an art

It seems we’re all devoid

If that mocha latte triple shot is off, how we’re annoyed

We yell as we sit in traffic

Impatience is a disease that’s metastatic

It flows through our arteries and veins

It disrupts the circuits in our brains

It wreaks havoc in our relationships

It makes my legs twitch

Forgoing the best for right now

On reality we lose our grips

Lethal compromise for a split second of wow

It blunts our judgements

It makes us blind

It marches along with us but we’re too busy to pay any mind

What’s in longsuffering

What’s wrong with being

Saying “no”

Waiting in line

Watching grass grow

Behind the elderly man in the grocery store

A never-ending summer’s humidity

The DMV when you’re in a hurry

Christmas morning for a child when everyone sleeps

An expectant mother

The slugs on the front porch at night

A marathon

Getting communication with your spouse right

Getting my doctorate

It’s long and arduous but must be worth it

Maybe life is in appreciating all these things

Rather than in futile arguments

Or obsessions with what we have not

What are we hurrying toward, anyway

Before you say that next word or put your foot on the gas

I bet if we stop – just a few moments a day

Patience will pay

We’ll become more like what we were made to be: kind, compassionate, gracious