Patience

You always had 

The worst time 

Waiting for the waters to still 

Always wanted 

To wade too early 

Into her rough 

But what if 

You could quiet your own storms

 long enough to learn the difference 

Between the first pull of a rising tide 

And distance 

What if 

You could make yourself a shore 

Full of all the desire and wanting 

You ever needed 

So you weren’t left 

Always Wanting 

Palms facing god 

Waiting for rain 

And her current to change