A Hunger For
Sometimes I hunger for a
Breath beyond what I am capable of now,
Choking down weighted morsels without composure.
Some moments I feel pressure to be
My ultimate, even when that phase is not yet upon me.
As I look to the glowing moon that
Has shed itself in half, I wonder at how I know that
Daylight will come tomorrow and yet I do not
Own the corner pieces within the project of me.
I ask the moon for words and
It only whispers a question to me –
Why rush the goodness that is to come?
©2015 Christy Birmingham
This poem was inspired by the quote in the Joyce Meyer pin shown at the top of this post. Thank you to Pinterest and the quote that I found there for the inspiration. As I read the words of Joyce Meyer, I thought about how difficult it can be to have patience. Sometimes progress seems so slow in the self, but I try to remember that all good things do come with time.
How do you stay patient with yourself, even when you want to progress faster than it seems to be happening?