Sonnet #23: The Long Wait

I wait and wait, but the darn bus never shows.
The ferns droop down to hide my furrowed brow,
the moss on my walls and roof just grows and grows
and still I wait and wonder, "Why not now?"

Or now. Or now. Or now. And still I fail
to see that waiting's not the point: no bus
is meant to take us to the Holy Grail:
the thought it should be easy's ludicrous.

This bench is but a stop along the way --
we need to rest to process what we learn --
but the journey is what matters: each new day
can teach us what we need.  We have to earn

the peace, the love, the holiness we seek:
it mounts up slowly, week by challenging week.