Patience

I write it in the sand and wait for the waves to come to wash it away. As if that might be an indication that it would be all right to lose it! Who do I think I am?

Am I exempt from the drudgery of the trials which come with daily living? Am I to be delivered from the courage it takes to get through the pain? Is my path to be an easier, softer trudge than my neighbor's? Who do I think I am?

Where is it written that my lesson today should come easy? Who is it that told me life was fair? Where is the justice in being elite? Who do I think I am?

I was told long ago that I have patience right up until the time I lose it. I believed it then. I believe it now. So God... who do I think I am?