How wonderfully wearies the Lord

the ego, filing countersuit

after countersuit

against our vanity, depleting

with blemishes and disappointment

our reserve of can-do and

will-do – Oh I’ll get this

and I’ll get her, I will and

I will – taking His time

(He’s got all the time in the world)

while we chase our crooked schemes

of self-help and maintenance.

He reminds us we’ve better things to do,

but we don’t hear because our eyes

are fixed on our face

going up in wrinkles.