It’s one of those days
When I’m a little shell of a thing
Not the usual small
When the regular, run-of-the-mill indecision
Looks like all out perplexed and
Feels like paralysis supercharged with tension and
Progress feels like a no-option thing.
Reason (and experience) would tell me this is temporary
But a moment’s still a moment
With all its time and requirement
And can’t be discounted
A moment can feel timeless
In all the worst ways.
But wait, confusion stupor,
I don’t accept your terms!
Oh, snake oiler,
You may have enticed me with such hocked wares as these before, and
I may have bought your lines and swallowed your bitter pills once upon a time, but
I’ve no expendable currency
To support such business today.
In fact, I don’t even have time for the rest of your pitch.
Roll on by
And find some other pig to inhabit
What you offer’s not the only merchandise in town.
I’ll wait and watch and listen for
A lovelier voice
A truer product
A sweeter purchase.
I can spare this moment while I wait
I’ll hold on
For One who always offers what’s good, what’s needed, what’s best
Even if I can’t hear Him right this minute
Blessedly and with Him, it’s always that day.