Nobody blames the seas
for becoming rough and wild
during high winds or stormy days,
or thinks it inappropriate to see
their waves swirling with murky sand.
So why do I blame myself
or presume I still should, could be
smooth and serene?
Much less clear and clean?
Nobody looks at the messy roads
waterlogged after heavy rains
and covered in debris,
thinking the roads are misbehaving
or embarrassing themselves.
And none are shocked and appalled
when the trees give up and drop
their extra branches or dead leaves.
Why do I expect so much more myself
than I do the rest of God’s creation?