Patience Poem by Mary Maxwell
Patience
patience is the most difficult to master
of all the virtues
desire says now and burns
like a hot quick fire
wait cautions gentle reason
make sure it's safe
but we have been in the darkness for so long
and we are cold
so naked and blind we give ourselves
joyfully to the flames
patience is what rises from
the ashes
Seems to be a bit of a contradiction between verse 2 and 5 regarding patience...but I could be misunderstanding. Anyway, thanks for sharing the reminder of the virtue. :)
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5/4/2024 1:25:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
mary, this is good stuff.