Wait
Remember wait?
We used to pause.
In line with nothing to read
For class to start with no text to return
For a friend to arrive, no game to quickly play

We waited to be old enough
waited to start off on our own
waited to hear the diagnosis
waited to see the performer come through town

Now we are on demand and in distraction
We fuel our mind with flit and flop, scroll or swipe
Instant context change and seconds long mental loss
We destroyed wait. We filled pause with clutter.

SECOND TRY
Pause overflows, crowded with infinite visual variety.
Waiting destroyed by boundless mental shuffle.
False digital omniscience murdered wistful curiosity,
While scrolling dismantled a thoughtful stroll.

We lost our will to merely tarry.
We forgot the purpose for which we lingered.
God gifts rest, waiting, Sabbath and Jubilee.
Freeing up souls, restoring hope freshly conceived.
And what of a promised arrival of divine offering
that we are too busy and distracted to long for?
History pregnant with eternity sings to her offspring
Turn down our noise to hear the enchanting score.

Note from 2019: RUBISH. Not worth trying to salvage right now.