I Am Weary

I am weary, I am very tired;
   I find it draining just to hear the news—
   The constant jousting of opposing views—
The bickers of the petulant inspired
To banish truth and censure undesired.
   Embittered parties spurned and disabused,
   In turn ignore and seek to find excuse
For failings in the cause that they admired.

But to His Temple, O my soul, draw near,
   And see the King upon His Stately Throne!
     See Heaven's calm expanse and measured pose.
Disheartened saints draw close and feel His cheer
   The King does reign; He rules o'er all alone—
     And soon shall overthrow all rebel foes!

- D. Benning

Based on a Petrarchan sonnet.