The Silence of Grace

I have tried Obedience.
It happens for a few days.
I don't even last a week.
What is wrong with me?
     I shout to the sky.
A gentle breeze answers
So I try more.
     and fail more.
The cycle continues,
     and my frustration grows.
What is wrong with me?
     I shout to the sky.
A bird flies by singing.
A flower is blooming.
Grass and trees reach
     for the same sky
     I direct my anger towards.
Where does my answer lie?
Why do I get no response?
A voice crying in the wilderness,
     head turned upwards,
     eyes searching the clouds.
Voice raw
     from asking the same question
     over and over again.
"Just Be," a friend tells me.
His Grace covers your failures.