It is within our own inquisitive nature
to feel the need to have an answer to every question.

Our curiosity demands it.
Our confusion is desperate for it.

The thing is we are already promised an answer.
Yet our impatience makes us complacent.

Answers don't always come on our time.

Yet a long awaited answer that hasn't be received leaves us afraid at the possibility of there being no answer at all. So we give up on waiting..

How can we hope in what we wait for?

Calming curiosity.
Controlling desperation.

Maybe you're too busy trying to find the answers,
when the answers have been trying to find you.

Be still.
Quiet your mind.
Breathe.

Posisition yourself in patience. 
The answers will come.    ­

He spoke it all into existence and now he dreadfully merits his quiet.

Words do nothing for me
He quietly echoes
They leave him lost
Like dismayed homes       
You cannot heed him 
For he is the silence
Which reeks of ire
Do not try and plead him
For your abjection
Is his sole desire
In opposition to the will
He held her hands
Like a broken clock
No time for compromise
No time to stop
Words are nothing to you
He loudly utters
Words are everything to me
She struggles to mutter
Intrusion proceeds
Denuding her garden
Walls shadow
A penalizing truth
He cannot be pardon.