Patience - Poem by Anthony Levitt
Fishing above the endless ocean of clouds is a sky that never seems to turn dark.
Hours, minutes and seconds I wait wondering if the sky will turn to night, but fortunately the blue lit sapphire continues to warm my heart.
I have nothing to do and no where to be, except belong in this very moment with me.
The design of the clouds seem to create fluffy white continents stretched out as far as the eye can see, and even if I spot an area of grey they quickly flee.
It seems no shadow, no war or no question arises up here in my lofty space. There is nothing for me to do, nothing but wait.
Oh yes I may hear thunderstorms below and only guess at the destruction it may create, that is their world not mine. I am here atop my heavenly seat and it feels great.
I could wait forever, It would not matter because I am free...
I once again find myself knowing, I have nothing to do and no where to be, except belong in this very moment...
With 'all' of me.
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