Waiting for me

Waiting for me
 
How patient You are!  Waiting for me to discover
and uncover my fallacies and misconceptions,
 
my inconsistencies and hypocrisies
without belaboring the point  
 
that understanding has no meaning.
Waiting for me to shed my infatuations –
 
with myself and others.  Ah, indeed! 
How hardy is my foolishness!
 
And my mind a galloping steed!
All these years of Your serenading
 
and I have yet to become a rose –
to flourish and adorn, to acquiesce and allow.
 
O child of God, if only you were as enamored of Love
as you are of your persistent, disputatious inquiries.