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.
He has changed.. he has grown... no longer bud tightly closed.... but
We too can turn water into unfermented purple wine
by watering now our greenleaved allgiving grape vines.
Mother bird, why worry. Don't scurry. Don't hurry. No flurry.
Your babies... they are safe.
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