Intercession and poetry

My son,

I see your eyes;

Weary and restless.

My son, are you patient enough for poetry? 

To sit for a meal, not just a bite?

To gaze and behold, not just look?

To listen for tones, not just orders?

My son, you have been zealous

Release your bitterness from long waiting
Repent your frustration from circumstance 
Restore your heart to first love 
Out of your emptiness I invite you to My rest.