Dragonflies

Dragonflies dance about the tall grasses
on a muggy, thick summer's eve, diving
from greatest heights, catching prey in flashes
of daring grace, teasing a boy lying
on the hill, envious of exclusive
gifts as these. Bound to the earth, he begs god
to lift him to the sky. Intrusive
as deities are, making men from clods
of mud and being so imposing on these
clueless creatures, he simply told him to
wait his turn, for it had once been decreed
that all souls would fly one day, should he do
his part and sit patiently. The boy found
god's plan cruel and left, still bound to the ground.

One of the greatest things I've ever experienced is falling asleep underneath the shade of a pine tree on a warm, summer evening. It refreshed me for the evening, and cleared my mind to make room for the inspiration that gave birth to the sonnet above. In a way, I used the poem to vent, but I would hope that one could gain great insight from what I wrote.

Now, it's clearly been awhile since I've posted anything, but I would hope that I could sum up easily where I am at this time. I'm in my junior year at VFCC, and I find myself up to my neck in work and activities, constantly running around, and yet, there are times where I find I am able to get away and rest for a period just to clear my head. It was in this time (and another time, later that evening) that I confronted God with how I felt. I couldn't help but feel held back from the things I had asked for, and it was becoming frustrating. Had I not been patient? Had I not been diligent? Why do you taunt me in this way, God?

I shouldn't have to clarify, but this is no faith crisis, just a matter of annoyance. Naturally, God essentially said to me what he said to the boy, though, unlike the boy, I find myself still being patient. Thankfully, my diligence was not called into question (I think God chuckled a little bit there). All the same, God's timing is never ours, and I think it takes a lifetime to learn that. I'm quite tired of people telling me to be patient when they can't be patient themselves, but, at the same time, they're right about it. Patience is somewhat important in following Christ, because we won't always see clear direction, and we will be stumbling about in the dark. God and His word guide us in the dark, but only a step at a time, as if He wants us to enjoy that time with him. Typing this now, I'm in no position to tell anyone to be patient (the lunch line alone frustrates me), but working towards that is a goal each Christian ought to set. Pushing ahead, being headstrong, come after being patient.