Entitled Wisdom

Sometimes 

we seem to think

that answers are a given.

When actually,

we hear whispers of truth

formed out of nothing

but thin air.
The wind travels slow

though the leaves flutter violently. 

Much like the Holy Spirit;

so solemn, quiet, true,

and always last.
Drowned out

by our own words, dreams, and sorrows.

We go to sleep,

dreaming

of an answer that lays right there,

atop your pillow.
Too young

to realize the answer has always been there.
Too adventurous

to trust word-formed wisdom.
Too much of an author

not to try and rewrite the ending. 
Too much us and not enough Him.