19 Patience Poem by Saiom Shriver

Before the dandelions gold can their tents have unrolled
the black umbrella tents must unfold

To all beings manifests The mango tree... her manna gently and
gradually... Some rest as gifts in high grass baskets.
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He has changed.. he has grown... no longer bud tightly closed.... but
Love Fullblown
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We too can turn water into unfermented purple wine
by watering now our greenleaved allgiving grape vines.
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Mother bird, why worry. Don't scurry. Don't hurry. No flurry.
Your babies... they are safe.